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Am I... falling in love?

Over a chat, with a lute?

Yes, I know... I know, there's this guy at the Pony... and it's not what it seems to be, at all, I've sworn off what I was doing that got me pregnant. But this guy at the Pony... he's a sweetheart. A real good guy... I chatted with him the other night, before I knew I had a bun in the oven... Was playing the lute--well, practicing the lute in public, I should say--and just as I was finishing up, he walks up and says I'm pretty good with it...

I still don't believe that, honestly.

In the quiet evening when all lights in the neighborhood were blown out, one room in the top floor of the Cadien house remained illuminated. The windows were thrown open to let in the occasional gentle breeze, while Ellany was standing at her dresser, clutching a letter to her chest with a dreamy expression upon her face. This week, having hardly seen Corrben, she thought perhaps that he had grown disinterested in her after she had made her affections towards him known.

The firelight of the ovens were dwindling as no one was stoking them at this time of night. It had been an hour or two since Muirenn had finished her baking and left for home. With her chin propped in her right hand, Ellany looked dreamily at the quill poised in her left hand. A grin played upon her lips as she thought about how much had changed in the past few days.