Two friends will meet again but what will happen when they do?

Princess Catherine MacCloud
age: 18
Dessription: 5ft 2in. Reddish hair that goes to the middle of her back. Has blue eyes

'The Bard'
Leonardo DeVance
Age: 21
Apperance:
Notes: He play the lyre, a minature harp of sorts, and is fluent in three languages.

It was afternoon before Catherine MacCloud heard about the traveling bard that was supposed to arrive tomorrow. She was told by her father that The Bard was going to be at a party her father was holding for a friend of his. She was supposed to attend , even though she didn't want to . She hoped The Bard as good as everyone said he was.

The Sleeping Dragon Inn on the edge of town was normally empty during the day. But this afternoon it was packed, for sitting on the corner of the bar counter was 'The Bard', as he'd been titled, strumming away on the strings of the lyre that sat in his lap. The ever fluent songs from all over the contenient attracted many men, women, and children of all walks of life that were in the town flocked to come inside and listen to the bard, have a drink and just enjoy themselves while the man practiced.

It was late, almost dinner-time, and the bard opened his eyes for the first time in hours as he finished an old ballet with a final strum across the strings. By then most of the women and children were gone and any men who were still there were either to engrossed in a conversation or just plainly to drunk to notice the fact the bard had stopped and had eased himself off the countertop and onto a barstool.

Looking at the colection of coins that sat inside his hat 'The Bard' sighed, shaking his head. He wondered when someone had turned his hat over for people's coins. Taking a small handfull from the hats stuffed insides he placed them in the inside pocket of his coat. Flipping his hat over; 'The Bard' removed the hat from atop the pile of silver and copper. As he placed his hat back on his head he stood up and nodded towards the bar tender before walking out into the evening air.

He recalled a baker closer to the castel that sold leftover bread for half price at the end of the day as he walked. Changing his route, 'The Bard' headed for where he remembered the corner bakery. Maybe he could get a small meal before heading to the castle for the night.

Catherine took a short walk in the gardens . She remembered as a child she had played here with her friend Leonardo. She often wondered where he was. After he had left she had spent so much time here. She hoped someday she would see him again.