Beautiful Skye

Tidas had been standing outside Skye's door for twenty minutes now. His patience was beginning to wear thin as his stomach ate at him from the inside. He swore he could smell food occasionally, whenever a breeze came in the hallway through the window. But the direction made no sense. That would mean the smell was coming from Skye's courtyard. He was about to leave when Peggy opened the door.

"Lady Skye has had me inform the lord that ye will be breakin' yer fast with yer bride to be in the courtyard. In an effort to know one another better before yer nuptials. She also had me inform him that yer luncheon will be spent together, after a wee ride. Ima to have a picnic at the ready for when ye depart. The lady awaits ye in her courtyard," Peggy informed Tidas, her annoyance made plain in her tone and expression.

'I knew I smelt food!' Tidas thought to himself.