Mira had found her in the library. She was already used to the unsettling fact that Mira always knew where to find her.
Phaeryl heard the door creak open and didn't look up from the book she wasn't reading. Two cups of tea had already appeared on the table. She had come to accept this as simply something that happened.
"You're doing it again," Mira's calm voice breezed through as he settled into the chair across from her.
"Reading?"
"Not reading."
Phaeryl snapped the book shut before reaching for her tea. The usual mischievous look was plastered on Mira's face. The one that meant she had decided on something and was about to begin. Phaeryl was a little proud of how she had catalogued this expression over the past few days with the grim efficiency of someone learning to identify weathe
