Standing near the fountain, out front of The Prancing Pony, the sun upon my face, playing my harp, what a fine way to spend an autumnal afternoon. Through the corner of my eye I see a middle-aged man come into view, taking a seat by the fountain, watching me play. At first I thought nothing of this, as the townsfolk often stay a while and listen to my playing.. The gentleman kept his gaze upon me, still I concentrated upon my playing, but allowed myself to look upon his face. Can it be?. Is that my Father?. Surely not, last I heard he was in Stangard, he hardly ever leaves the Mark or its borders. I dare to look again examining his features more closely, for it is my Father!
Thankfully I am attired in a dress and hat, I set the harp down after finishing the piece, dusting myself down in an attempt to remove some of the creases, I approach him slowly, trying to think of the right words, though none come so I simply exclaim " Father!". He smiles kindly, looks me up and down then in a strong refined voice he finally speaks...
" Eadenswith Icwalsteng. playing your harp in the street, like a common minstrel, and out front of a tavern too. Do you think this is appropriate behaviour for a woman of your breeding?"
" No Father, I am sorry Father."
" I see now that sending you to Bree, away from my watchful gaze was a mistake. We shall return home as soon as possible."
I nod then notice his expression soften slightly, he holds his arms open and asked if I do not have a hug for him. I embrace him closely a multitude of feelings swimming round in my head.
I am unsure whether this reunion is a blessing or not, I have not seen him for years, nor do I hardly know him anymore, though age has not softened his imposing personality that much. I am transported back to being five or six years old, standing looking up at him, a stern expression upon his face. I am pleased to see him for he is the only immediate family I have, though I worry he will be disappointed in me for he spent a fortune having me educated in the ways of becoming a Lady.
What happens to my independent lifestyle now which I have become so accustomed to?
I can't disobey my own Father...... can I?
