Branwenn cast a soft glance to the slumbering man as she let the song slow and then stop. Bringing her finger up to her lips she silently hushed them. Seeing the sleeping fellow as well they giggled behind tiny hands and ran off. The woman smiled as she stood from the bench, her hand lightly gripping the flute as she turned to continue walking down the middle of the village.<br/><br/>Her freedom however was short lived as a strong painful grip tightened upon her arm and her angry red faced father hissed into her ear. â€œBranwenn ! where have you been? You werenâ€™t at breakfast, and important matters were to be discussed.â€ He gripped tighter as she issued a small gasp of pain attempting to pry his fingers off.<br/><br/>â€œFather! Let go! That hurtsâ€ she tried to plant her feet, but he tugged and ushered her towards the Hall as he seemed to have a scowl upon his brow. â€œI said let go!â€ Finally yanking roughly she heard a rip as she watched her father walk merely two steps with a shred of white fabric grasped firmly in his fist. Now she had done it. She saw that clench in his jaw and his shoulders trembling. Emerald eyes widening she turned and ran towards the stables.<br/><br/>â€œGuards!â€ Her father bellowed and pointed to the maiden. Branwenn ran as tears spilled down her face, reaching the stables she barley was able to sob out , â€œCome on Rookâ€¦â€ Finding his saddle blanket easily she mounted him just so, and unlatched the paddock door with her toe. Griping a fistful of his mane she kicked him into a run as she made for the large gate, the only other exit and entrance she knew of.