Ellisandra walked past the Andrahar house on the way home. It was uphill from her, and she needed to walk around the block to pretend that she was coming from that direction. Even this late in the afternoon, there was a lot of activity at the house. Builders were just packing up their tools, walking out the front door and stowing their tools on the porch.
Vayra had ordered blue tiles, she noticed.
While the builders walked out of the gate in small groups, other men came in. These were taller and broader, mostly in grey clothing. They took up position in the shadows, blending with the snow. Did she imagine it or were some of them not Mirani?
The open metalwork gate into the yard was no longer rusty. Flaking paint had been scrubbed off and replaced with a shining coat of black.
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