"He's taking his time," said Mina.
"That's fine," said Athyn as she walked to stand in the middle of her receiving hall on the top floor of her tower. The floor was all made of marble. Columns of obsidian supported the quartz wrought ceiling over them, which glittered with the reflected lights of the many candles lighting the spacious room.
"It gives me time to prepare," the Femage said taking her hands to the back of her neck to undo the knot that held up the upper part of her wine red dress.