Chapter 7
Elena awoke inside her comfortable tent after her evening performance for the townspeople of Mirimu, last night had went well , her foreman was extremely pleased with the turnout, nearly the entire town had shown up for the performance. Ready for breakfast, Elena stretched out and walked into the cold yet fresh mountain air. Taking a deep breath in instantly revitalised her and woke her up, upon this she walked to the inn which was just a stone's throw from where she had been sleeping. The door opened and the little bell which was hung over the door rang melodically. A cheery yet clearly tired Irina walked out from her room and smiled. "Ah Elena, your singing last night was exquisite, please wont you have some breakfast?". Elena beamed a smile and responded "Absolutely thanks, it is my pleasure to sing for people". Elena took her seat which had a giant oyster shell as its back, she always did notice that seashells adorned many of the buildings and furniture here. This was because many centuries ago, Mirimu was in the middle of the ocean and the seashells were remnants of this time, the villagers that founded the town noticed how solid these were and built many of their home's foundations with the largest of the shells. Irina walked to the kitchen and came back with a large loaf of fresh bread , and many different varieties of jam, butter and a couple of other things she hadn't heard of. "Thank you" said Elena and Irina nodded with gratitude before sitting back at her desk next to the door waiting for her next potential customers to walk in through the door. It didn't happen much but she always did her best to make them feel at home when they came in. Elena dug in and found the jam which was made from fresh strawberries to be of pristine sweetness, she ate quickly though as the other members of her troupe would probably be taking their equipment down, she didn't want to be slacking off in the eyes of her foreman. Standing up she expressed her gratitude to Irina before walking quickly out of the door. Lo and behold her fellow minstrels had already started taking the tent apart and loading it up onto their cart. Feeling quite guilty she ran up to them and apologised before starting to help pack the kit away Within an hour all the equipment and supplies were onboard their carts. They were just about to leave when Aira presented Elena with another wreath, this one even bigger and prettier than the last. "Oh my , thank you Aira" exclaimed Elena, Aira gave a huge ear to ear grin and said "come back soon and tell Roan I said 'hi'". Elena cocked an eyebrow but shook off the statement and responded "Don't you worry dear I will be back soon and -uh I'll tell Roan 'hi' for you ok?". Aira clapped her hands then ran back to her mother and waved Elena and her troupe off from the front door of her home. The foreman snapped the reins and the horses started to trundle on out of the front gate. "Next stop , Liligue!" said Elena with a gleaming smile on her face.
Elena awoke inside her comfortable tent after her evening performance for the townspeople of Mirimu, last night had went well , her foreman was extremely pleased with the turnout, nearly the entire town had shown up for the performance. Ready for breakfast, Elena stretched out and walked into the cold yet fresh mountain air. Taking a deep breath in instantly revitalised her and woke her up, upon this she walked to the inn which was just a stone's throw from where she had been sleeping. The door opened and the little bell which was hung over the door rang melodically. A cheery yet clearly tired Irina walked out from her room and smiled. "Ah Elena, your singing last night was exquisite, please wont you have some breakfast?". Elena beamed a smile and responded "Absolutely thanks, it is my pleasure to sing for people". Elena took her seat which had a giant oyster shell as its back, she always did notice that seashells adorned many of the buildings and furniture here. This was because many centuries ago, Mirimu was in the middle of the ocean and the seashells were remnants of this time, the villagers that founded the town noticed how solid these were and built many of their home's foundations with the largest of the shells. Irina walked to the kitchen and came back with a large loaf of fresh bread , and many different varieties of jam, butter and a couple of other things she hadn't heard of. "Thank you" said Elena and Irina nodded with gratitude before sitting back at her desk next to the door waiting for her next potential customers to walk in through the door. It didn't happen much but she always did her best to make them feel at home when they came in. Elena dug in and found the jam which was made from fresh strawberries to be of pristine sweetness, she ate quickly though as the other members of her troupe would probably be taking their equipment down, she didn't want to be slacking off in the eyes of her foreman. Standing up she expressed her gratitude to Irina before walking quickly out of the door. Lo and behold her fellow minstrels had already started taking the tent apart and loading it up onto their cart. Feeling quite guilty she ran up to them and apologised before starting to help pack the kit away Within an hour all the equipment and supplies were onboard their carts. They were just about to leave when Aira presented Elena with another wreath, this one even bigger and prettier than the last. "Oh my , thank you Aira" exclaimed Elena, Aira gave a huge ear to ear grin and said "come back soon and tell Roan I said 'hi'". Elena cocked an eyebrow but shook off the statement and responded "Don't you worry dear I will be back soon and -uh I'll tell Roan 'hi' for you ok?". Aira clapped her hands then ran back to her mother and waved Elena and her troupe off from the front door of her home. The foreman snapped the reins and the horses started to trundle on out of the front gate. "Next stop , Liligue!" said Elena with a gleaming smile on her face.