Ari's eyes lit up just a bit, imagining what it would be like to walk into a town and have everyone know who you were, making you welcome, asking you to tell stories and sing and relate news from afar...<br/><br/>"You and your friends?  You mean, other troubadors, like a guild?"  Her cheeks pinkend, but a pleased smile grew slowly.  "And you think that I have talent?"  Tales danced through her head, of travelling across the land, an apprenctice to... well, not the Old T'skrang, but maybe a handsome teller of the old tales, teaching her his craft... and then, just as suddenly, they came crashing down.  Her Papa would never permit her to leave.  He needed her here.  Much as she might not like it, she'd probably end up marrying and having babies and working at the inn until she was too old to care anymore.  It wasn't fair!  Crossing her arms across her small chest, she turned, taking in the small town with her sweeping gaze, disconent sowing a frown upon her features.  She wanted so much more then what Whitewater had to offer.<br/><br/>"Would you be willing to teach me, Master Keliek't?"