Chatting up a Prince

-Verden, a small town outside Skeldergate Forest, early evening, 547 DBTR-

To Nate's credit he had self-possession and manners befitting the prince that he was, and Orla was somewhat amused that he thought her possibly a romantic pursuer. Her impish, disarming smile did not waver at the not-so-subtle exchange that passed between him and his vigilant protectors, but the look in her silver-shot blue eyes became a little more gentle.

"Sitting here all by yourself I would have assumed you're in the mood for some peace and quiet," she said, leaning against the mantle with one hand. "Skeldergate is a great place to come to be alone and get away from it all, where you can feel free and at ease, with no one to tell you what to do or what's best for you. This is the only village for leagues and leagues in any direction. Have you been enjoying your stay? Everyone is so pleased to have you here."

She suddenly remembered that humans introduced themselves to people they hadn't met before. She thought of making up a name and then decided it would be unseemly to lie to one of royal blood. She extended her small, dainty hand and curtsied before him, the hem of her gray peasant dress brushing the inn's wood floor. "My name is Orlaith, Your Highness, but everyone calls me Orla."

(OOC – Apologies for the brevity)