While Gabby's thoughts had drifted the messenger she'd encountered earlier strolled from the pavilion to the main gate. Gabby refocused on the man, but ignoring him this time, effecting the poise of what they considered a leader.
“My Lord Andas requests your gracious presence.” The messenger bowed and indicated the large tent behind him.
What an i***t.
Gabby almost laughed aloud her nerves were so taught and her fear close to the surface. In fact, she desperately wanted to relieve the pressure building in her heart and head, to simply show these people how ridiculous they were. But she didn't, the stakes were too high. Gabby bit the inside of her cheek, not enough to cause bleeding but enough to bring her back to the moment.
“Not now.” She whispered to herself wishing, not for the firs
