Chapter Forty-Six
A TALL ORDER
A river of street sounds drifted into the well-lit sitting room above Mirashael’s café. Engrossed in her ledgers, Leahät marked the passage of time by the way the shadows fell across her desk. She looked up as her senses alerted to a particular, almost dancing tread, and smiled. Those same footfalls continued between the tables and chairs in the café below, through the kitchen, then bounced up the stairs. She opened the door before they reached the top.
A flash of garish pink and yellow filled the doorway as Mirashael of Cantori paused to take in the sight of her, then hurried over.
“Ah! My love, my love, my love! I have found you.”
“Of course you have,” she replied fondly. “Really, you do say the silliest things.”
“Yes, yes, sometimes it does seem so.
