Alright, so it's drivel. It's also good practice.
Vanyel had settled himself in an out of the way window seat after retrieving Woodlark from his packs and stripping the case from the lute. It didn't take him long to bring her into tune, and he absently began playing.
He was frustrated. He had absolutely no clue where he was, or how he'd gotten here, or how he was supposed to get back. Only the fact that he didn't know where he was kept him from trying a Gate. That and the fact that Yfandes would have kicked him hard. His reserves were slowly coming back - helped out by the fact that he tended to spend at least half of the day asleep, only to stagger out of the room he'd claimed in order to get food before heading back to sleep more.
But all that that meant was that he was at loose ends, and not particularly sure that he liked it.
With a sigh he launched into My Lady's Eyes, or at least an instrumental version of it. The song was complete tripe, but the fingering was intricate enough to keep his attention focused.