As I lift my fork, the rainclouds have yet to part to show the noon day sun.
Celeste is to my left, Roland to my right, Lucas directly across from me.
Gerald is busy washing dishes with a steady, practiced pace.
Valentine has slipped into a guest room, so it would seem.
He does not possess an ability to deal with early mornings, if that's any indication.
Nora is speaking to Talia about how long they'll be staying here.
And...Eliza sits, with May in her lap.
She is staring at us all silently.
May, for her part, is finishing the remnants of her breakfast as the conversation picks up around her.
There's an unspoken sense of...
Comfortable peace.
Of...relaxation, perhaps.
Celeste has assured us that there is nothing in the heavens to threaten us.
Nothing besides a rather large and fearsome storm approaching Carleon, anyway, and that is still a distance from here.
