Branwenn looked away, and angry blush racing along her pale cheeks, her grip tightening upon the flute. â€œI have no intentions of going and eating breakfast with my father andâ€¦â€ She didnâ€™t even want to say the word in fear she would hiss it out in disgust and insult the brown eyed man who stated himself as â€œDonald.â€<br/><br/>She gently walked to the paddockâ€™s door and stood upon the door, balancing in front of Donald. Leaning in she whispered, â€œDonaldâ€¦Since you are a guardâ€¦I am assuming that is since you weildâ€¦â€ Leaning further she tapped the hilt of his sword, â€œone of these. Iâ€™m guessing youâ€™d be the person to ask if you know a back way to get out of here?â€ Her emerald eyes hopeful as she just wanted to get out and ride, even if it was for a short time.<br/><br/>Leaning back she dropped softly from the door and tapped her flute between her fingers and cast a longing glance back to Rook. She couldnâ€™t run away completely. Although she was good at reading the land, and she had been paying attention to their trail that they came in on, she knew nothing of this area. So she would guess as soon as she was reported missing, the chief and his son would rally a guard cavalry and come looking for the missing maiden.<br/><br/>â€œYou knowâ€¦Never mind,â€ opening the gate she cast him a faraway smile as she walked past him. Why did she even bother with asking this guy anyway? He would probably be the first to report her leaving. Sighing she slowly walked through the village. Casting smiles to those who greeted her and curtsied respectfully as she began to make small talk with the bakerâ€™s wife. â€œYour bread smells lovelyâ€¦ Our baker at the manor tends to put to much flour within the batterâ€¦â€ Smiling, she laughed sheepishly. This wasnâ€™t how she planned spending her day, butâ€¦if this was to be where she was living in the near future, thenâ€¦