Wimena was bundle of twitching feet and tapping fingers, her activity growing as they neared the shore. On arrival, she practically leapt out of the dinghy. Days of sea travel left her legs as wobbly as a newborn foal, but that did little to hinder her as she thirsting gazed around.
"I'd be happy to hear you play," she spoke, overhearing the Elven bard from earlier.