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Boromir knew not what to say, and as he ran through the options in his head he became increasingly aware of the time that was slipping by, so in desperation he blurted "Do you like water?"
Wyniel seemed to see nothing of the unusual in this question, but merely smiled and answered "Yes, I find it very enjoyable. My mother even more so. In fact, her name is Wynduin, much like Anduin. It fits her very much. We are from Osgiliath, you see, our family. But after the last evacuation we were settled here. It's come a long way, I'm told. But without my father, who died in battle, and my brother likewise, it's been hard to improve, much less buy bread and milk."
Boromir felt ashamed that he was in such a better state of living, but was intrigued.
"Have you been inside Osgiliath?" he asked.
"Once, and it was beautiful, despite it being completely devastated. There was a particular spot I remember, not actually in the city but next to it on the riverbank. The reeds grew tall around it and I played there with my brother. Vorondil was his name, and how my mother came up with it I do not know." she smiled vaguely, still working at the stitch. "But I'm talking nonstop, I tend to do that sometimes, so if I'm boring you just let me know, I'll stop."
"No, no, your talk is actually a great relief. At my house I have very little interesting people to listen to, just my tutors and my little brother."
"Where do you live?" Wyniel asked.
"Oh, a few levels up. I love to venture out, though."
"I know what you mean. Being in one place for long drives me to madness." Wyniel replied as she finished her work. "There!"
"Thank you very much." Boromir dug through his pockets for payment. Wyniel turned her head in modesty and accepted the five gold coins he laid on the counter. "I will come back with any other items. Your work is exceptional."
Wyniel smiled and nodded in thanks.
As Boromir walked out the door he exhaled loudly and took his time walking back up to the Steward's Hall, savoring the memory of her laugh and the feeling of butterflies in his stomach.