Rue nodded as Thyra spoke, "Caldonia is a beautiful song, I'm not familiar with Somewhwere. Perhaps you could play it for me sometime?" Rue looked shyly at Thyra through her lashes, "I would love to hear it . . . if you don't mind." Laying her head down on the rock Rue continued to watch Thyra. She stared at Thyra's long winter hair, laying curled about her head. It looked lovely on her, a soft snowy pillow of blue. Thyra's eyes were equally intriguing and as she looked at them Rue could almost picture that beautiful sunlit palace in the color of Thyra's eyes. "You have the most amazing eyes," Rue couldn't help but say it outloud. "It almost feels like I'm drowning in a pool of light. But it's a good feeling, like butterflies." Once again embarrassed Rue blushed profusely and stuttered, " I-i'm sorry, I-i didn't m-mean to be awkward . . ."