Another performance. This one outside the Prancing Pony, though most had been inside. Mildwynn had been having a good week, Elias had agreed to teach her a few lessons on recipes, in exchange for tending a burns patient. In the morning she would head to the Soothery. Tonight she played, a few came and went but one handsome young man stayed and watched her whole performance. She had seen him briefly before. This time though he stayed and engaged her in conversation. After they spoke, he asked to talk more in private, wanted to know more about her interest in plants and healing, she was more than happy to go and talk, though a little shy when he tried to offer her his hand.
On the walk he expressed that he admired her playing, that he had come to listen to her before, and when they arrived to the gardens presented her with a gift. A beautiful dress of green. Asking her to show him the dress, she tried it over her clothing after hiding behind a bolder to try it on over her clothing. Sitting and talking he expressed his admiration of her, requesting a kiss, she refused wanting to get to know him better and so they talked. Late into the night till they parted, she walked back to the Pony to rest, such a handsome face. So unusual to attract such attention, Arienthyr, a name she intended to remember.
