It was a magical evening spent within the Veythorne Manor gardens. Except for the small mysterious pouch putting a foreign weight in her writing case, the night was nearly perfection. Sorrah put on a sumptuous picnic amidst the angelica, lit from afar by the glowbark tree and the twinkling starlight overhead. The memories made could not have been put to better music, performed as it was by Luxelle Machtes Ashrim and her Nightingale. And if by evening's end she had negotiated a profitable arrangement between Luxelle and Sorrah for bardic lessons, well, why ever else had the Loenthran invited a Nalfein to a picnic?






