Ireth's eyes widened in fright. "My flute?"
She very nearly tore the flap of her pack open in her frenzy to find her beloved instrument. But there it lay, amid the other small belongings she didn't keep in her room. She pulled it out and laid it on the table. Its worn and polished gray driftwood body shone slightly in the sun that glistened through the shop window. The flute was about a foot long, and its pigeon totem stood poised for flight, it's green eyes standing out against it's silver wood.
Ireth took it in her hands, examining it and smiling. "It looks none the worse, the old thing. My mother gave this to my father shortly after they were wed. I inherited after he died..." She looked up at Maeraya. The baker's hard gaze on the man broke, and she wiped her eye with the tip of her apron at the mention of Ireth's father. She backed up, giving the stranger a final glare, and ushered her apprentice into a back room, leaving Ireth and Tallis alone.
She watched them go before shifting her sight back to Tallis. "I had fun, actual fun today. I'm always so against fighting and violence, but that man was a bother... And running..."