Anyone can join, with a 50-word vignette in the comments. Your vignette does not have to include the prompt term.
The birds flew swiftly about the tower, chirping. Roses blossomed in delicate pinks on the climbing vines. And inside lived a princess, or at least a girl living as close to a princess's life as her mother could manage. As safe from all danger as the birds on the wing from a cat.
A gray cat came prowling out, eying the little company. Michel looked ahead. A flute trilled ahead, through a light and plaintive song. No one came to stare at the new arrivals.
And he should have a care about looking like he expected it. He should not look like a country bumpkin.