Menolly looks taken aback. "Magic? Magic is something from fosterlings' tales. It's not real." She laughs, but it's a nervous kind of laugh, and she looks around, becoming noticably more uncomfortable at everything she sees. She hums a tentative note for a second, trying to decide what to do with this ridiculous place. It had to be a dream, and this was not a dream that she likes.

"It was... it was nice to meet you, Daniel. I must be getting home now." Voice slightly trembling, and with lips pursed in a thin line; trying to be a smile, she gathers her gitar and walks out the door, eyes darting nervously as she goes.

((OOC: Once again, THANK YOU for your patience... :( g'night! ))