Aira's boots echoed softly against the stone floors of the manor, her strides brisk yet graceful. The halls of Ebonspire's manor were tall and narrow, the sandstone walls cool despite the desert sun outside.
Sable glanced sideways at Aira, her sharp green eyes narrowing slightly. "You're quiet," she observed. "Something on your mind?"
Aira's lips curved into a faint smile, though it didn't quite reach her eyes. "Just thinking about Yara," she said, her voice carrying a casual tone. "I thought she would have left Ebonspire by now, considering you told her that I knew about her."
"You met her already?" Sable asked, curious.
"Not really, stopped by to see some old faces and bumped into her quite literally."
