Lys: Shadowed

Aithne sighed with relief. She caught the faint disapproval in the Guttersnipe's response, but was relieved all the same. With a curtsy to Lord Artos, she left the room and went outside, wondering where to go from there. So deep in her thoughts was she that she all but fell over the little boy, who seemed to be working very hard to look as though he had not just come from Lord Artos's doorway. Puzzled, she put her hands on her hips and looked him over. "And what are you doing, listening to a private conversation?" She was still too happy that she hadn't been refused- she could not be angry with him, but all the same she was confused and not a little frustrated. "I'm not accustomed to having boys follow me about all the time. I'm not that interesting. Just what are you about, little scamp?"