She had been brought up to be proud of her home, to admire all that The Vale had to offer and now as its Ruling Lady she felt bound to represent it well. But she had never once thought that pride should cloud the truth and for all the great many things that The Eyrie had to offer, a garden such as this was not one of them. She had been stood quietly admiring it all when she heard some footsteps approaching. βThe gardens are rather lovely, do you not think?β Perhaps not the most interesting topic that she could have chosen but she was hoping that the soft smile on her features and the hint of warmth in her tone might encourage some sort of engagement.Β βMay I ask how you are finding your time here?β For all it was small talk she had never been able to be anything but genuine - always far too worried about how visible her heart was when she wore it on her sleeve - and so she truly was invested as to whether or not her new companion had been enjoying their time.
