Gardens of Gondor

[Kydalyn]

*Kydalyn walked around in the maze of flowers and other plants. She looked about making sure no one was there before picking a flower off of a stalk and smelling it.*

[Thraden]

*Thraden sat with his back to a tree amidst flowers and other such plants reading as he often does*

[Kydalyn]

She started walking again and then spotted the man. She stopped silently and stared at him.

[Thraden]

*Thraden looked up from his book when he knew he was being watched* "hello. Don't believe I've seen you before."

[Kydalyn]

She smiled sweetly.
"I am Aryndel's daughter, Kydalyn. This is my first time alone in the gardens. Who might you be?"

[Thraden]

"I am Thraden, wanderer and teller of many tales. I just came here to relax in the gardens of Gondor. And yes, I can see how you could be Aryndel's daughter. You bare a startling resemblance to her."

[Kydalyn]

She smiled her dimples showing.
"Thank you, sir. Mind if I sit next to you?"

[Thraden]

"Go ahead."

[Kydalyn]

She sat down and sniffed her flower silently not knowing if he wanted silence when he was reading like her mother wanted.

[Thraden]

*Thraden put his book down* "So, is there anything you wanted to talk about?"

[Kydalyn]

"Have you known my mother for a long time?"

[Thraden]

"Depends what you would say long. I have known her since before you were born and not long before that."

[Kydalyn]

"Did you know my father?"
She looked up at him, hoping he would say yes since she could never get what her father was like or where he was now from her mother.

[Thraden]

"Not very well honestly. I've seen him a few times, but I never knew him that well. I'm sorry."

[Kydalyn]

"What did he look like?"
She sat forward enraptured.