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The weather had indeed held. The debris had been cleared and a small tent had been set up for Falmir and his guest. There were servants scurrying about in the dark blue and grey under the bright and hot spring sun.
Laun could see what she thought was her room from where the tent had been set up. She had watched the servants bring out the tent in the early morning, setting it up quickly. There was a path made on the grass from the footfalls of the servants bringing the furniture out for placement under the tent.
Her escort had arrived after she had eaten some small fruited rolls with her milk. She was in the linen dress again with the green caplet. She had sent down a request for something else, but the only thing that came back up did not fit. She had wanted something else as what she had needed to be cleaned, and the cut was starting to rip further on it’s own.
Falmir met Laun and her escort in the hall just inside the Palace entrance. Falmir was dressed in lighter colors and had his crown on his head. Their masses of servants and others melded and flowed as Falmir took Laun’s hand and helped her balance through the grass to the tent.
Laun liked the feeling of the sun on her and wished she did not have to wear clothing. She wanted the sun on her skin, not the material covering it. Part way to the tent, Laun stopped and kicked off the slippers. She was able to reach down and get one before one of the servants was able to retrieve the other one. She tossed the one she had to the servant and reveled in the cold and warm and damp feeling of the grass between her toes. »Read More