Quieter than you, Maric had said. Nimue’s smile fell and she stood up, brushing the grass from her skirt.<br/>“Very well,” she said, softly. “I’m glad I won’t be an embarrassment to you.” She walked over to a patch of daisies and began to pick them, and then wind them into a daisy chain. Fashioning these into a crown, she put them on her head. She waited for Maric to recover sufficiently to lead them onto the next leg of their journey.<br/>“Meeting your people will be good, especially your squire. Maybe he can tell me more about becoming a knight, I mean from a squire’s point of view. “