Two young boys scuttled to the corners when Cai entered, Alaysha but one pace behind her. She watched as they pulled fur blankets from a chest made of cedar. In moments they had a comfortable, almost decadent bed made for Alaysha, thankfully across the room from Cai. They never once showed their faces, rather kept their eyes and heads tilted down at their feet. She had no idea how they could manage to do so many things without looking ahead at where they were going, but she supposed a few seasons of forced practice can do wonders for a person's skills. She thanked the boys profusely and touched one of them gently on the forearm. He let out a squeal and then went rigid, apparently working hard to keep from running away. "I don't bite," she said and grinned, hoping to ease the boy's fear. The other looked wary, but seemed less apt to bolt than the first. Two sharp claps sounded, catching Alaysha's attention. She looked up to see Cai glowering at her. "You have much to learn little maga." "You don't thank the boys?" "There is nothing to be grateful for." "Everyone likes to be appreciated; even an Enyalian boy." "Another thing you must learn.
