Branwenn soon found herself sitting upon one of the villageâ€™s many benches as she looked up to Donald. â€œThe problem with that Sir Donald, is that you look to be about sleep walking alongside meâ€¦â€ Her smile was a genuine one as she chuckled up at the brown eyed man.<br/><br/>â€œI wonâ€™t get into any trouble. I promise,â€ she knew of course that he wouldnâ€™t accept the promise after having personally witnessed her wiley attitude. Crossing her legs at the ankle she lightly fiddled with the flute in her hands. Innocently she held it to her lips, her green eyes closing softly as she began to play a small melody. Something that was upbeat that seemed to have the children coming from their homes to dance about the girl. Laughing and squealing as the soon, like most children, used their mind, to create a story from the song.<br/><br/>Hearing the children her cheeks flushed as she began to play faster, a smile forming upon her lips as she decided to ignore Donald for now, just to see if he would fall for her â€œbeing busyâ€ and go to his quarters to sleep.