Morven stood before the bookcase trying to choose a book. She was not certain if she was in the mood for a Ulaanbaatese historical text or some Itruskan poetry. She could not decide so she picked one of the two with her eyes closed. She was not feeling very well today. She hadn’t been feeling so well since they arrived on Mhalwae. Perhaps it was the weather.
Hepsie sat happily in the rays of sunlight. After her initial fright when they first arrived she had regained her courage and continued to explore every day when her chores were done. She had found lovely little nook in a corner of the forest were noone else ever came. It was a delightful place with flowers of many colours and it was quiet apart from the gentle chirping of the birds.
Cindra sat and played with sleeves of her dress. She was so bored. Meetings of the court back home had always been exciting with wine for everyone and jesters to entertain them.
Alexis knew he had, had to marry eventually. His father had been telling him for years. But just because he was married didn’t mean he had to stop his fun did it? Perhaps being on an island with not many women would prove to be somewhat of a problem though, but he thought it better that they come with Eallair than stay behind as the city fell. And he had just married Morven who really was a dear sweet girl and he was sure she would make a lovely wife. He did feel a little the need to protect her from the horrors that lay in the future of their city so he had joined the exiles. Luckily Morven had not been with child yet (although he really was not sure why since he had definitely been enjoying her charms almost nightly) so they had been able to make the journey without much risk.
