Wisp's Grove

She blinked and he was gone, a pair of lips to her bare shoulder and Indiel felt a strange rush go through her body at that feeling. The pain in the back of her neck edging away and it did the most strange of things to her person. She became angry and sleepy, wobbling on her feet. As if she had one too many pints of ale. 

Eyes closed and brow furrowed, she focused on standing. Letting the dizziness fall away so she could open her eyes and set her gaze on him and the instrument he was offering to her again. 

What was it with this guy and trying to help her or give her gifts? Was he trying to get into her dress or was there something more he was after? No one just gave gifts for nothing, and certainly not an instrument.

Looking to the lute in his hands, she took it and give it a few strums despite this. She was not accepting it, just trying it as he said. On the wood of the lute, as she played a few strings, a picture of the pair of them. She playing the lute and then his hand on her knee. She gave the instrument back and moved away from him, yet he kept trying to reach for her. 

The pictures stopped there and she handed the instrument back to him, even more confused and looking flustered. What was going on now? What was he really playing at?