Hermione skipped out to the field ahead of Briallen and marveled at how beautiful everything looked. A morning rain had left the grounds sparkling with the tips of the grass still wet from the drops. She carefully laid out the blanket she’d brought and settled in for her own personal concert. Briallen sat down and pulled her guitar out from its case. "I thought I’d start with something a bit faster than normal then finish with a slow, romantic song."