Tanith Alde
Your Highness
Thin streams of sunlight pour through the morning dew of the fronds above her. The day on Zakuul was golden, exuberant, and warm. The seeress can hear the soft waves as they creep back and forth across the beach, and various birds singing for joy of a fresh day. The reassuring sounds had already began to put her back to sleep. The small shelter she built keeps just enough of the sun out that she thinks she may drift off for another few hours. All while so comfortably warm, though oddly her front seems warmest despite facing away from the entrance… her eyes pry open just a crack, but she can’t see much through the red hair. The air around Telmyna is actually quite cool, a bit uncomfortably so even. What’s keeping her warm, in fact, is the fact she was spooning her friend Asha.