Theater~
Glyneth o’Tegwen
Falkender Theater, Jorendon
Elegance of being is effortless. It is born, not cultivated, and as impossible to disguise as it is to imitate. Even as a robed and cowled sister of the order, Glyneth drew appraising glances as she strolled the terrace at intermission. The deferential crowd of theatergoers parted as she passed through their midst.
Glyneth savored the indulgence of attending a Falkender Theater opening on a shivery moonless night. She might have been tempted to linger and relish the respite from her tasks, but her list was ever with her and pulsed with an urgency she dared not push aside.
Johanell was the first to notice as she approached his little clutch of devotees, being the keenest of the lot by far. His recognition came as quickly as his piqu
