Fairspell Meadow Just tryna find the right words to say

Sokha's cheeks began to burn upon the invitation of an audience.

Never before had she been approached by a stranger in such a manner. It all seemed rather odd, and she wasn't too sure what to think of it.

That was end... don't know many more. A white lie. This wasn't the only ditty her mother to sang to her, but it was the one she knew best; by heart. 

However, this man seemed persistent and she didn't really want to be present for a blunt reaction following her refusal to entertain him.

Are you from here.. or traveler? Perhaps a change of subject would clear the air. How could he ignore such a simple question?