Very curious.
"Guards," Zardria said, coming to a decision, "throw this girl in the dungeon. I'll deal with her on the morrow." The guards came forward to obey and Miranda's protests fell on deaf ears. Zardria's eyes flickered back to Lares. "Get some sleep," she said in a tone that brooked no argument, and before he could respond was back through the door to her own chambers.
He did, eventually. But his dreams held naught but Hope's face, and when he woke his pillow was wet with tears.
Yarrow
Jourd'Muerta, 37th Duema
"Jules is leaving."
Yarrow dropped the stance she was in and turned around. Thadea -- whose speech had improved considerably, thanks to Yarrow's gentle tutoring -- stood with an impassive look on her face, arms crossed over her chest. Yarrow had finally persuaded the wo
