Lys: A Bard's Daughter

The tension grew with each hoof-fall- an expectation, a breath-holding, and Aithne began to grow restless with it.

Moments later, she rode up to the Guttersnipe. Technically she should've spoken to Master Lucius, but this was the Guttersnipe's moment. "Guttersnipe, will you allow me to be your bard? Please, allow me to herald your return." She rode as close to the colt as it would let her, expectant and waiting for a reply.