Lira sat up with a quick movement, tufts of grass blowing up and drifting gently down around her, a few strands sticking to her radiant hair. She sat cross legged with her posture a little forward, her hands on her ankles in a rather child like sitting posture that reminded Li of Tia.
She tilted her head this, then that way, her lips thinned as her brows knitted together in concentration. While she thought, Mason, seeing that the conversation had moved on, stood up, excusing himself to be by himself. Mercer perked up and left with his brother, no doubt to comfort him.
Lira gave the two brothers a lingering gaze as they disappeared off from the edge of the firelight, their backs growing darker as they went into the night. "I cannot deny that in the many years I have been away that change has not been wholly kind to this world. If it is even such that you-,"
