The White Horse Inn, Act III

[Feanor of the Peredhil]

"Introductions, eh?" Eodwine leaned back thoughtfully. "Well, I'm Eodwine, this fella is Hama, and my friend here is Falco. These lovely lasses are the ladies Gudryn and Saeryn."

"Why Eodwine, you scoundrel," interjected Saeryn with a wide grin and a wink, "You make me sound like some noble lady fit for naught but needle-work and looking pretty."

The twins' eyes grew. Harreld regained his flirtatiousness, leaning slightly towards Saeryn. "Well miss, you don't strike me as the type fit for just needle-work, although yer a mighty pretty lady and I'd venture you look it no matter what you're doing."

Saeryn's cheeks flushed, a wisp of hair coming loose from it's braid to fall into her eyes. She pushed it aside laughing. "Pretty is as pretty does, as my mother..." she trailed off, looking suddenly sorrowful.