<span style="font-weight: bold">Eowyn</span><br/><br/>“Mmm, that's pretty,” Eowyn murmurs, as Aria begins to play. “I, um, I haven't had much experience with willing meals,” she blushes, “I'm better at sparring,” she smiles gently, “but I guess anything can happen...” Gradually, she begins to trail along behind the naga, she falling into step with the pipemusic, the clip-clopping of her hooves making a percussive counterpoint to Aria's beautiful playing...