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Prepared for her typical quiet, solitary morning eating a quiet, solitary breakfast, Dee stopped fast when she found Amalthea seated in one of the oversized chairs that faced the windows in the living area of her suite. The Rishi sat calmly as if her presence there was a daily occurrence.
"Come, sit with me." Amalthea motioned with a hand that lay lazily on an arm of the chair.
Hesitating long enough to cast a sweep of eyes over the room, Dee did as she was told, falling into a chair and turning her gaze to follow Amalthea's.
They stared out over the lands of the estate. Fall had descended over the landscape to redefine color. How she’d never noticed the uncountable shades of green, that there was yellow in the red and brown in the green. How bright colors were only so because of th
