01-26-2013, 03:19 PM
Nedakh, of all people, was watching his children curl up with their brother as he told tales of the far off and desolate land Aza had learned to call home. He wondered if he ought to say something, or if it would just ruin the moment.
Cecilia, suddenly nervous, sat in a patch of golden sunlight beside the river. She was clad in soft leather leggings and a green velvet tunic and brown leather boots. She sat, humming softly and combing out her long, rose-gold hair, her chief means of relaxation.