Ariahva cleaned the table with a heavy sigh. Sometimes her work at the inn was almost to boring to bare. She enjoyed some parts of it, like greeting and entertaining the customers, but tidying up had never been one of her strong points. Her brother was of somewhere, even though he should've been there to give her a hand, probably trying to charm some girl if she knew him correctly. Sometimes she thought Saven might be to handsome for his own good. He always seemed to have his head up in the clouds, leaving her to pick up the slack.<br/>Something caught her attention, a look on her father's face as he stood behind the bar. She knew that look and didn't even need to look around to know what had happened. Some of the patrons had probably paid her behind to much attention as she stood leaned over the table, and now her father had that look that seemed to say he was ready to murder someone any second. Bishon was a big man and worthy of respect, and even though his waistline had grown alot the last few years he still could handle any trouble makers with ease. A good thing then that he was a peacefull man, or more than a few of the patrons at the Turtle would have been thrown out head first. Bishon did not like how some of them looked at his daughter, that much was clear.<br/><br/>Ariahva sneaked up to her small room to change into a nicer dress. Her friends were coming to the inn later, and Reyata would of course wear something spectacular, or at least something spectacular for a small village like Whitewater. Ariahva knew by now that there were some areas she could not hope to compete with the beauty and grace of the elves, so she had to find other ways. It could be argued that Reyata had a more beautifull singing voice than her, but she never put her heart into it as much as Ariahva did, nor did she have the same feel for the music or know as many songs and legends. The beautifull elf had no chance of competing with Ariahva there, so she was looking forward to performing her new tonight, the first song she had written herself. The look on Reyata's face as the room cheered after Ariahva's performance would be priceless, she could almost see it now. Ariahva giggled as she changed her clothes, wishing her friends would hurry up and get here already...