Groaning she sat up and glanced out her window—it wasn’t even sunrise yet. Sighing she pulled herself out of bed and dressed, but since no one else was up yet she left her hair down. The sun’s rays had yet to fracture the darkness as she slipped downstairs with Destiny perched on her shoulder. She made herself a cup of hot cirena, a sweet drink considered a delicacy among the nobles. Jasmine had sent her some sachets of the spice before she had moved with the rest of the Dragons to take up residency as the Guardians of Rima. The smell was intoxicating and Kathryn breathed in the delicious scent, letting the mug warm her hands. Her body still hadn’t purged the remaining vestiges of bone penetrating cold, even after Jenna’s hot tea and extra blankets, and she was grateful for the added warmth this morning. She hadn’t slept well thanks to small replays of the dream she had at the waterfall. She wondered if she would ever again find peace there after what had happened.
