Ignorance is Bliss
Elaine held her hand over her eyes to block out the sun as she tried to gauge the target. Just a bit to the right, she thought as she drew her bowstring.
"Mistress," one of the servants (Taheriel? Jahuviel? Those elven names all sounded alike) called, "your father wishes to see you in the great hall. Right away, if you please."
Elaine sighed and dropped the bow and arrow to the ground. So much for practicing today.
"Yes, alright. Thank you, erm – " Again, Elaine scrambled for the elf's name. Giving up, she cleared her throat and smiled. "Thank you."
She passed a mirror in the hallway and briefly contemplated going back to her room to change and freshen up before going to meet her father's summons. He was no doubt expecting her to greet Arl Howe and his entourage looking like a well-bred teyrn's daughter. As she gazed at her reflection with its dark, stylishly bobbed hair and her almond-shaped violet eyes, she decided she looked quite fetching enough. Besides, weren't Howe's sons both well-known fighters, anyway? Perhaps they'd like a girl in practice gear. She hoped he'd brought at least one of them along.