Lidia had noticed the lantern beside the wagon front. She lifted the cover and flexed her left hand and a small spark from her index finger lit the oil. The lamp was full of oil and should last until daybreak. Then Lidia reach over her mug and basket did the same for the right lantern.<br/>The farmer's daughter called to Branessu, "Morn'n ya gots evertin'?"<br/><br/>The blond began to think began that trip could be dangerous. The farmers daughter knew she was in good company Llyr, Garth, and Jared were able swordsmen. River had guns, and Yerru had stealth and surprise...she thought from the stories told about Gypsies. The girls would hide or fight. She would stay close to the lads should there be trouble. At least her fireballs were dependable.<br/><br/>Lidia drank her coffee and ate a muffin, when she herd the sad, melodious sound. The blond turned her back to find River playing an old tradition song being played on a violin.  The soft hums of Jarod in front of her made her think of her home and the young ones, she would not see them till next spring. The adventure of a lifetime layed before her.  Lidia had become the student, who was no longer the farmer's daughter; smiled that she would have a partner to play violins with.