"The courtyard is fine, I'll meet ya there." Bronwyn shook her head as she headed to her room. Not a bubble-head, it seemed!<br/>Tara had pulled a chair out for Bronwyn and taken her seat at one of the tables. Her face was still flushed, and she kept crossing and re-crossing her legs.<br/>Bronwyn applied rosin to her bow and settled her instrument between her legs. After a minute of fine-tuning, she set her fingers and drew the bow across the strings.<br/>Deep and resonant, warm and rich, the music flowed out into the night. Bronwyn closed her eyes and lost herself. She drifted back to grand concertos in the soaring halls of Italy, heartbreaking solos and simple harmonies, exciting compositions that stirred the soul of even the most tone-deaf listeners.