Chapter 35
Red and gold rugs covered the majority of High Wizard Ailfrans’ tent, the occasional blue peeking through the cracks where the two colors failed to overlap completely. Beneath the layer of blue rugs, if one were to dig deep enough to pull one back, brown and dying grass folded flat against the ground, too defeated now to spring more than an inch upwards were everything removed from atop it. The tent itself was bigger than the house that Azure had grown up in, though it had no rooms where Azure’s old house had two. She supposed it made a good bit of sense, her family had no titles like High Wizard, and everyone knew that titles made people important. Important people had nice things. That was simply the way of it.
Tikdat dug at one of the bare patches of dead grass that Azure h
