Chosen of Kore: 19. Anala
Anala stepped out of her bathroom draped in nothing but a towel.
Anala stepped out of her bathroom draped in nothing but a towel.
Miranda had not shown up in the hospitalis again.
Yarrow awoke with a hangover that could kill a treecat, vastly disappointed that the liquor hadn't done its job.
Sarai sat in her anteroom, feeling apprehensive.
Jules awoke to the weak winter sunlight filtering through the curtains, hitting him square on the face.
The smells of banquet food drifted from the castle kitchen to Anala's nose, and she inhaled deeply.
"How can I be sure that this...story you told me is indeed true and not...fantasy?"
At first, she could not say what had awakened her.
She could have cut the tension between them with her sword, if she'd still had it on her.
Miranda checked behind her once again. She was sure no one had followed her, but her father had always taught her to be cautious.