Deep underground in the ancient fortress of the Vale of Mists, Nyrielle stood with inhuman stillness on a raised step while Zedya moved carefully around her with a needle and thread. The hearth in Nyrielle's bedroom filled the space with uncommon warmth while dozens of oil lamps scattered about the luxurious room filled the space with their flickering golden glows.
"Will Lady Ashlynn be visiting you tonight, Mistress?" Zedya asked as she adjusted the lace accent draping over Nyrielle's slender hip before pinning the dark lace against the midnight blue silk of the dress.
"As much as I wish that she would, she's gone to visit Ollie's vigil tonight. Now that he's entering his eighth day, I don't expect to see her again until he passes his trial," Nyrielle said with a trace of audible disappointment in her voice that surprised even her. "Why do you ask?"
