Home coming

The candles burned softly in the darkness as the paint brush of soft bristle made its way over the rence paper to give life to here there was none before. Eyes like the thassa watched as her hand guided the path for the design to come. She heard the bells on the door and so she paused to life her gaze over the canvas toward the way the man of Rarir .

“Tal M’lady Emma. “ He spoke with that accent of the sea city. “I come with a scroll for you.”

The brush was set to the side before she took up a cloth to whipe the pain sploches from her hands:: “From who? “ spoken slowly and soft. Gentle she seemed of different from what he seen before.

“Lady Eliza of Rarir. “ His hand dug in to his tunic then out came a small scroll he would offer he to take.

She tossed the cloth to the side table and accepted the scroll. The seal of a larl now was broken. Fingers unrolled the paper with a scratching sound, bits of sand fell from with in. Her gaze ran over the words written upon the rence. Lips curved just a bit before she asked. “Is she serious?”

“Aye Lady. The offer was made.”

“Tell her I will go home at once. I will be in touch. Now go…leave me to my work” She turned from him to look at the painting before her.