Glyneth~
Nigel Willoughby
Twelvestones
They found Glyneth in the oldest and deepest of the libraries. Vyrdun and his hardcore Fervent were gathered around their queen. The Cloistered held their golden-eyed children in their laps. They were all taking tea and sweet cakes, utterly apathetic to what might be transpiring above their heads. A little girl with hair the color of moonlight curled up for a nap on the sofa.
Glyneth softened the moment she saw him, transforming from bitter shrew into the starry-eyed girl promised to him instead of his younger brother. She beamed and opened her arms to embrace him.
“Nihyllen. I knew you would come.”
He hid the chill her touch drew from him.
“It’s time to go, Glyneth,” he said gently.
“Yes, it is time,” she said. “The water rises. A cycle ends.
