In the rise with wolfbane on the way to dinner with some of the suitors, I make the mistake of yawning. I can’t help it: after last night and the hours spent working in the sun at the camp, I’m surprised I’m still standing up straight. Dragonsbane, however, can’t know about any of that, and when she sees me yawn, her eyes narrow.
“Tonight is important.” She says each word slowly, as if talking to a small child. She’s clad in another black dress, this one fitted like a sheath and embroidered with black pearls. It’s a perfect contrast to my own dress of flounced white chiffon. In SteelTown, white is the color of mourning, but Marial told me quite bluntly that inRico it symbolizes virginity. Which is hardly subtle, but nothing about the Sta’Criverans seems to be subtle.
“I know it’s importa
