Arla hurriedly slipped on her silky black robe, her fingers trembling as she tied the front firmly to her body. The silky fabric clung to her skin, the material cold against her weakened body.
She stood there for a moment, trying to catch her breath. The trance she had about Enya was still fresh in her mind, and it had drained her strength out completely, leaving her exhausted and her limbs heavy with fatigue. The reality that Enya had actually consumed the blackthorn poison gnawed at her insides, driving her crazy.
How stupid can she be?
She could hear the voices of other sisters gathering in the grand hall.
It was time for the feast, and she was running late.
Arla was running late because she had lost track of time. After the trance she had almost cried herself to sleep. The only t
