Erinstar, Marendin and Gillhach

A Meadow in the Forest with a Stream
You stand in a meadow admidst a springtime forest. The surrounding mallorn trees, green leaves bursting forth while their fallen ones create a golden carpet upon the forest floor, are thick about you and form a large clearing that is criss-crossed by paths. Looking about the meadow, you 'view' a brook with a small waterfall that runs through, bubbling softly as it tumbles over some rocks. The mid afternoon sun casts lengthening shadows across the meadow as it begins its decent.

Marendin bows slightly, "You have the advantage of me there, mellon, though tis not a fortnight since the Lord himself deigned to pass time with me. Sadly, I cannot vouch for anyone being in search of you, for I have myself been...scavenging..? as twere." He reaches under his cloak and pulls forth a small wallet, with several pockets, from the lapels of which protrude the stems of various plants, all clearly fresh-picked. He almost speaks when something warm on the back of his neck makes him turn. The lady is indeed hard to pick out, even for elven eyes, but he does her a courtesy and steps aside slightly.

Erinstar sets his flute aside as he nods slightly at the wallet, seeming to recognize the concept. He begins to say something, but holds his tongue when the man moves aside, turning himself that he might see as well the approaching figure. He squints at it for a moment before a smile alights on his handsome face and he calls out pleasantly, "Good Eve', lady Gillhach!"

Coming to a halt, so that, as if decorum demanded it, she might lend her greetings to the pair; Erinstar and his companion, (whom, it seems, she knows not) Gillhach leans towards a bow, (for lack of a hem to curtsy) the quarry at her belt swinging on their wire as she does. To each in turn, she does the courtesy, before straightening. And speaking only at the last, a simple token: "Good eve, m'lords, and well met at that." She smiles though, e'en as she speaks. Her emerald eyes brimming with jollity.

Marendin notes the name given the elleth and also smiles, noting carefully the weaponry, and the game. He rises from his bow and, seeing her expression, says, very quietly, his voice almost a whisper in the trees, "Well met, my lady. I am Marendin, son of Marendor and Alliena. You have had good fortune in hunt this day, as have I. I am glad to make your acquaintance."

With an errant glance, at once to the coneys 'pon her belt, and the knife there sheathed; so the maid hunches her slender shoulders up to a shrug. Though yet she smiles, "A trifling these," Says she, "'twas not fair game at that." And she laughs, despite herself; without reservation. "Well, Marendin," She bows, a shallow bow, "I am named Gillhach Serenwen... first child of Ainanna and Tauron. And a gladness 'tis, to make your acquaintance at that."

Marendin smiles at her deferentiality. "It becomes thee to so deprecate your skill, lady. Perhaps you at times seek more challenging game?" He waves a hand at his wallet, still held in the other, though the arm has now dropped somewhat. "This I have sought also some might think trifling. Yet I would hope some knight could benefit for its finding and use. I was just about to kindle a fire, in fact, to begin preparing them. Might that also serve your turn as well?"

"It might," the maid admits, "It might serve at that, and doubly so. If," The word depends a while, "I did but have the gear to cook up these little beasties..." She smiles, tugging idly at the garotte from which the rabbits hang, "I've food enough upon me... and rabbit is something too game-ey to eat in ought but stew. Shall I leave these then to you? Consider them a gift, if you would have them?"

Marendin considers this proposal and then smiles, his eyes a gentle blue. "I have several small pots about me, lady. I need only one at a time for the stewing of my herbs, we can use the others for your game, if I could prevail upon you to dress them? Twill take my time to prepare my own finds. Perhaps we might work side by side..."