[Elora]

Everything was moving so quickly, it was difficult for Vanwe to discern it all. Confusion muddied her senses, and before she could sort out what one person had said, something else was happening.

When silence fell over the inn at the arrival of an idividual Vanwe did not quite catch, she breathed an inward sigh of relief. Maybe unwatered wine was not a good idea for one so unused to such things. Especially after a day's work in the sun. Vanwe pressed a hand to her brow and attempted to still the spinning. The conversation soon picked up and Vanwe was happy to let it continue on without her, before she said anything trully foolhardy.

The rate at which she was doing, she'd soon clamber onto the table and announce to the commonroom that if anyone saw fit to journey into the Haradwaithe and deliver her up to a small, forsaken village there, they would receive a handsome recompense. It was already bad enough she'd somehow flustered Beren, whom she had barely met. Aman had a certain stiffness to her too. Vanwe knew somehow she'd done something to cause that prickling feeling, but was not sure what.

She pushed her glass of watered wine away from her a little. It was best to settle down. She was not one to whirl about like she had been. Still, it had been nice to laugh. She liked the conspiratorial winks too, and the merry smiles. Something Beren had said about Aman bubbled up to the surface of her memory.

So Aman had caught Beren's eye. Vanwe could well understand why that was. What she wondered was if Aman knew of it. Oblivious to tidings of satchels and blood, Vanwe sat quietly with a serene smile on her face. She could not look like her mother than she did at that moment. Vanwe was not to know that, having never seen her mother. Others, who had, just may however.

Her eyes followed whomever spoke at the table, alert and interested though she remained judiciously silent. She lifted her glass absently to take another sip, thought better of it and put it down again. Her eyes strayed to the window, to what could be seen outside. It would be a beautiful sunset, she thought.

"Indeed it will," came a reply. Vanwe blinked, not realising she had spoken. Falco's companion nodded amicably at her in assent. Her smile was more measured, yet open and free. The buzz was fading, but the sensation of relxation was not.