rose, rose r e d [c]

Music was a common occurrence within the Memorial Garden. Oh, yes, Fayn always made sure of that. Any travellers would hear him sing, hear him play, hear the lovely tunes of nature. It was not uncommon by any stretch. Though...when the music was orchestrated not by he, well...that was an unusual day. The redhead first caught wind of the light melody in his wanderings, not far from the location that the pretty sound originated from. Oh, yes, it was pretty...but something about it felt sad. A quiet loneliness seemed to reverberate in those notes, in those words. Now that he listened more intently, he could hear the words themselves. It didn't take a hundred-some-year old elf to know that the song came from a despairing maiden, troubled by some form of romance. It was hard to tell if she had recently suffered the crippling event of being tossed aside, or if she was lovesick for he who she could not have...or even some other event of the heart. All he knew was that he heard a sad soul whispering alone to itself, begging for an ear to listen to the somber melody.

Fayn cleared his throat when the little tune ended, stepping into the little clearing where the young lady sat, eyes looking skyward and hands clutching what appeared to be a little notebook. There it was on her face, that lonely sadness. As it was with most people, her true colours were seen only in the absence of others. Fayn counted himself lucky as being one of the few who showed his true self to all folks, regardless of how much a fool he looked at times.

Quietly he approached the girl, not wanting to seem like a threat. It was not common for a man to approach a young lady so far in the woods while she was alone and mean her well. Slow footsteps were quite necessary. He also kept his hands in clear view, showing her he held nothing of any violent purpose -- only his ukulele. A soft smile lit his features as he came nearer to her. "You have the beginnings of a lovely song." he murmured, finding himself a stone to seat himself on. He turned toward the girl, setting his ukelele down beside him. "Though, your voice seems rather sad. I know I am a mere stranger...unless you have seen me perform of course....erm, well either way...I am nothing if not a listener. It's in the nature of we bards." He gave the girl a subtle wink - a friendly gesture, nothing to imply any hidden intent. "If nothing else, I would be much obliged to help you finish your song." 

He leaned forward a bit then, brushing white locks out of his eyes as he did. "My name is Fayn Thenadir. It is lovely to meet you, my dear." Slowly he reached his hand out to her, his eyes sparkling with bright enthusiasm. He had initially planned simply to spend the day with Maeve, but...this would provide some lovely entertainment.