[color=D6CC88]Amuné was pleased that they found the inn without issue.  The stable hands were very helpful, and were happy to give them directions.  When they got there, the girl's attention was caught by an Ydran man seated in a corner tuning a lute. A travelling musician?!  Lucky~  Amuné split off from Ethan, who went to inquire about rooms, and went over near where the minstrel was.  He looked up from his instrument and gave her a smile, which she returned shyly.  "You know, I wasn't going to start playing until dinner," he said, running his fingers gently over the strings before giving a slight turn to one of the tuning pegs.  "But I suppose I can play you and your lovely cat a song, if you like.  What's his name?"

"He's called Wyth," the girl told him, giving the moorcat a pet.  "Um...and I'm Amuné."
"I'm Trillian," the Ydran replied.  He nudged the satchel sitting next to his stool with a toe, and a grey-furred face with bright eyes peaked out of the bag.  "And this is Palla."  Wyth's ears pricked up at the appearance of the squirrel, and he looked disappointed when his girl told him, "No, Wyth.  Friends."  He made a whuffing sound and wandered over to where Ethan was wrapping up his transaction.  "Um...I have to go right now, but maybe I can listen to you play later," Amuné said.  She'd seen minstels before, on the road and occasionally when one would stop in her village on the way somewhere else.  They were always a treat.  She gave Trillian a small wave and went to join Ethan as he headed upstairs.

"Ethaaaan, how much did you pay for this?!" she asked in exasperation, when she saw the room.  It was far nicer than anywhere she'd stayed with her Daddy when they travelled to market in another town.  "You shouldn't waste money, Ethan, or we won't have it when we really need it."  Sure, Nymira had what seemed like an endless supply of gold, but that didn't mean they shouldn't be smart about what they spent.

When Ethan collapsed on the bed, complaining about his behind being sore, Amuné hid a smile.  She wasn't, but then he was a lot older and older people always seemed to hurt more than children her age.  "Heat will help if you're sore in the morning," she told him.  "I suppose relaxing for a few minutes won't hurt, though."  She sat on a corner of the bed.  "Tonight I wanna listen to the minstrel downstairs.  He's Ydran, so he should know a bunch of the songs my daddy sings for me!"[/color]