It was a dark night under a shimmering blue moon, and in a small clearing in an otherwise huge and rather unremarkable forest burned a sizable campfire that brought warmth to a rather small caravan of workers and merchants that had stopped for the night to make camp. Though the people had spread into smaller groups by now the song and dance had far from died out. Card games were had around the round table and the song had simply split off from not just one bard but several who were all looking to woo the hearts of their crowds. Amelia had considered joining in, but the idea of having that blasted merchant boy’s arm insistently wrapped around her shoulders didn’t strike Amelia as a particularly good time at all. Insistent as he was there seemed to be no way to make him understand that a no was in fact a no and always would be, and forever remain, a no. Instead she had chosen to bury her nose in her books. Sure, she wanted to be out there and partake in the song, but she’d rather die than get close to that man for the next few hours. Money couldn’t get him everything and that just seemed to be a concept that passed him by entirely. If Amelia was to wager she’d bet the man had never seen an honest day’s work in his life. He didn’t look the kind, in fact he seemed quite far from it. His hair looked like it hadn’t seen dirt for at least a few weeks, and his whitened teeth gave off a nearly sickly pale shine to his face. “Amelia!” The familiar voice of said man bellowed across the grounds. “Has anyone seen Amelia?” “She’s in her tent, I think.” A woman answered him. They seemed nearby. Eyes rolled before Amelia quietly closed her book and snuck it into her satchel. Feet found their place in her boots and with a careful crouch she pushed against the back of her tent until the fabrics let her sift on through to the other side. “Amelia?” Michel shouted and remained muffled by the tent walls as Amelia took effort to put as much space between herself and the tent as she could. Quietly. “Strange, not here either.” Her focus remained on the tent. “Going somewhere?” A nearby guard asked and Amelia nearly jumped out of her boots. The guard laughed and looked over at the confused merchant’s son. “Or away from someone?” “Please, I just need sometime to breathe. I will be back soon, just keep him away.” “I-” “Amelia!” The boy screamed again. “Fine. Just, stay in sight and don’t stray too far. We can’t come get you if you get lost out here.” “Deal.” The girl sighed in relief and ventured into the woods. “Boy!” The guard called for Michel. “Keep it down, the lady obviously doesn’t want to be found.” Apt as ever them guards. Amelia continued to stray further into the woods until the light from the fire was just barely visible. With a moment to herself she finally took a seat against the nearest tree and went right back to her book with a lantern by her side. Song Scales for Beginners: C, D, E, and other letter combinations. It was an… Eccentric book, but fascinating nonetheless.