Chapter 148 Daylight In Velariad

• Narine
• It was late now.
• The sun had long since dipped beneath the horizon, painting the sky in the bruised hues of twilight, lavender and rust, fading into night. The marble corridors of the palace were quiet, save for the soft echo of my heels against polished stone and the nearly imperceptible steps of Mierelle trailing dutifully behind me. She didn't speak, and I didn't offer words either. I didn't need to. My mind was still floating somewhere far from the palace walls, still steeped in the warmth and wonder of the day I'd just had.