Chapter Thirty-Four
Visions of Blood and Fire
Valanandir leaned back in his seat, only half-listening to the elf that droned before him. The matter was a mundane one—the former Earth Elves wanted to open a new underground shaft. He could see Iadrawyn’s green gaze had taken on that slightly unfocused look that meant she wasn’t paying much attention either.
Valanandir gave his leg a surreptitious pinch. He did his best to focus on the scene before him. A breeze sighed through the shimmering leaves high overhead in the forest canopy. From somewhere in the crowd, another elf coughed.
As Valanandir allowed his gaze to wander, he realized most of the elves in the Meeting Glade had the same glazed look as his mate. How long had the current supplicant been speaking? He felt his eyelids grow he
