[Quicksilver_Sprite]

Farren sat back in the barstool, almost tipping it over, before she righted herself. A plate sat in front of her, it's silver rim embracing the remains of a large breakfast. Full and content, she began to hum to herself softly, a tune that she made up on the spot, weaving in and out of the natural noises of the inn. For a few minutes, she simply looked around, and seeing everyone engaged, decided to keep silent. Out of force of habit, as she observed the inn, she began to kick her heels against the seat, tip-tapping out a beat that she could hum to more comfortably.

Someone looked round at her, staring pointedly at her feet. The bump-a-dump, bump-a-dump ceased abruptly as Farren realized that she was fidgeting, an old habit from her childhood that had never really been eradicated from her arsenal of Very Annoying Behavior. Crossing her legs beneath her, she resumed her silent staring. Ha, there was someone new on the radar! A young woman, apparently from upstairs, tucking into a plate of breakfast with vigor. Standing up, Farren walked over, and sat herself down from across the woman. "Mind if I sit here?" she asked brightly.