As Rimeth sat on her room, waiting for her two maiden, she thought back at seeing Jovian again even if it was only a brief moment. She had seen his smile and liked it. He didn't even seem bothered by the shot she had made. The door opened and Rimeth saw her mother enter. She smiled but Amnestria wasn't happy.

The next half hour was filled with being scolded for doing such reckless thing and thorning another perfect dress while Rimeth got dressed in a more simpel, but still nice green dress. Her mother had done her hair [url=https://www.google.nl/search?q=elvish+hairstyles&client=ms-android-tmobile-nl&prmd=isvn&source=lnms&tbm=isch&sa=X&ved=0ahUKEwjr4pWWnNbVAhXQKlAKHds9DGIQ_AUICSgB&biw=360&bih=559#imgrc=WyDVoa25IGACWM:] differently  [/url] than her usual ponytail. Rimeth sighed and decided to better listen to her mother for now. She grabbed her sketchbook, which was filled with drawings from her house, the woods but also from memories about Jovian and her, like the doll that still laid under her pillow. Rimeth walked towards the guest quarters and knocked on Jovian's door. [color=fdc68a]"Jovian? Do you wanna make a stroll trough the garden?"[/color] She asked