Long after Iadrawyn’s brother had disappeared from view, Golvanyar tried to take deep breaths to regain his temper. Iadrawyn was still inside the hut. Aside from her mother raising the window flaps and busying herself around the home, Iadrawyn was alone.
A shadow flickered inside one of the rooms. Golvanyar moved through the cover of the trees to gain a better position. He was rewarded by the sight of a familiar profile—Iadrawyn.
She seemed to be dragging something across the floor. He heard a faint sloshing sound. A bucket of some sort? He waited as Iadrawyn continued to work, oblivious of her audience. Once she was satisfied, she began unlacing her tunic. Suddenly, the source of the sloshing was clear. She had melted a tub of snow to take a bath. Golvanyar swallowed, but did not look a
