Zane
I arrive at the training hall later than I wanted to. The morning did not let me go easily. Reports from the border, arguments, decisions that could not be pushed onto anyone else. By the time I finally close the door of my office behind me, my head is still full of tracks, possible routes, and the question I cannot shake: if they come, are they looking for her.
That is why I want to train with a clear mind today. Slow pace. Control. Nothing unnecessary.
I step through the door of the training hall.
And I stop.
Not metaphorically. I actually stop, one foot still halfway forward, as if my body reacts before my mind does. Because Elariana is standing there in the middle of the hall, waiting.
She is not sitting. Not talking to anyone. Not playing with the children. She is simply th
