Lys: Apples of Gold

Aithne accepted the apple happily. "Oh, thank you." She could not help but take a bit before answering her question. It was perfect. Crisp, sweet, juicy... But she made herself answer before eating more. Motioning to the rumpled state of her dress, she said, "Like the dead, or very near. I don't think I moved all night. As for where I was put..." Her brow furrowed. "I believe Lord Artos mentioned the cloister."

She looked around the room. It looked different in morning light- bright and cheerful and no less welcoming for the change. Then she saw the harp, and remembered hearing and playing it, and a smile came to her face.