Dawit really liked the tea in this city. It was different from Maweel spice tea. There were hints of flavors he couldn"t put a name to—they teased his senses and made him smile and sigh. Dawit shook his head at himself. It certainly was easy to sway him. He had only been here three days, and already he was wooed by the tea.
Dawit had woken up in a garden he had no business in, and he knew it immediately because when he opened his eyes, he saw tall white flowers nodding around him. Beyond the flowers was a sky that was not so much blue as a sort of soft white color. It was bare of clouds, despite the color. Dawit had smiled sleepily, looking at that sky and feeling the presence of love around him. He knew this presence. This was the Shaper. He knew he was somewhere he was not meant to be,
