Rue smiled and watched Thyra talk. She could tell Thyra loved her home, even if things were difficult. Rue closed her eyes as she tried to imagine the sight Thyra decscribed. Forming in her mind a picture of a gleaming irridescent castle in the fading sunlight, "It sounds gorgeous. And please feel free to come here anytime your parents are less than pleased and any other time as well." Rue blushed fruiously at her invitation and turned back to look at the sky and clouds once more. Slightly embarrassed Rue began to hum a tune. Softly at first and slowly growing louder, until her clear Contralto filled the glen, Rue sang Scarborough Fair. "That's my favorite song you know," she said when she was finished. "I think it's beautiful." Rue turned to face Thyra again. She lay on her side with her head propped upon her elbow, "Have you a favotire song?"