Fiddle

I have no clue why, but the government declared a three-day ceasefire.
So when Zuriel and I went flying today, it's no surprise that we heard music. But not just any music - a fiddle, and the player was very good. So we flew towards the sound and found a girl in a floral print dress playing by a creek, completely and totally absorbed in her music.
As we set down in the forest across the stream from her she finished and looked up at us, flashing a brilliant smile.
Usually others we come across are afraid of us. But this girl, this fiddler, was nowhere near afraid. She was grinning.
I lifted off and landed on her side of the water, Zuriel close behind. I walked toward her slowly, stopping a few feet from her.
Who are you? I asked.
I am Lark, the girl said. Who are you?
I'm Ruthie. That's Zuriel. I pointed.
Nice to meet you Ruthie and Zuriel. What brings you here on this fine day? Lark asked.
We heard you playing. Where are you from? Zuriel asked.
She set the fiddle down. You must mean what side am I on in this war of yours. I prefer not to take sides, but my parents were resistance fighters.
What do you mean, "were"? I asked, exchanging a glance with Zuriel.
Oh, our home was destroyed while I was out, and they died in the fire, she said calmly.
Would you like to come with us? I asked. Zuriel glared at me.
I would be alright with that, if it's not an inconvenience to you.
I smiled. Of course not.
Zuriel crossed his arms.
Well if you'll wait a moment I'll summon my ride, Lark said. She whistled, a shrill noise. A mighty steed came galloping out of the forest, skidding to a halt in front of us. Lark stroked his muzzle. This is Jack, he's my horse.
I nodded. I'll fly low so you can follow me. Zuriel, go ahead and tell Reuben.
Zuriel nodded, taking off with a swish.
I lifted up off the ground a few feet and started flying at a pace at which I knew Lark could keep up. When we finally slowed in front of the tavern Reuben was outside waiting for us with Zuriel.
Reuben, this is Lark and her horse Jack. Lark, this is Reuben.
Reuben nodded to her and Lark smiled in return.
I led her inside, closely followed by Reuben and then Zuriel.
Over the next few days Reuben and Lark grew closer, and Lark told me about life on her own. I heard amazing stories and I could tell her bubbly personality was growing on all of us, even Zuriel. This was exactly what we needed; a carefree girl to come into our midst as war is about to break out to make us all happier.
And that's what Lark does.
What the fiddler does.
She fiddles.