Silvertip Mountain There were no seasons in the cave

Arielle smiled when the bard spoke of her inspiring him to create a story. I've never inspired anyone before, she told him. Not that she knew of, anyway. 

Her face grew more serious when he spoke again, asking if she would tell him if his story was dreadful. I don't know if I would be so harsh, but I can let you know if I have any suggestions that could make it better. Even if it was dreadful, she wouldn't tell him that, not after he went though the trouble of making up a story just for her.