Yatrel er Goltbred sat at the desk in her study… turning a small, intricately carved sphere in her hands. The anti-pest ritual prototype which Elua had created fascinated her. She marveled at the seeming simplicity of the sigils etched into its surface that served as a testament to her daughter's growing skills.
She also took note that this time, its mechanisms weren't as *hidden* as those healing jewels.
Her thoughts drifted to the changes she'd observed in the girl over the past weeks. Their eldest seemed more... settled, somehow. Less prone to restlessness. It felt like it began even before the bridal traditions she had to undergo at the Yecine estate.
Mint eyes turned half-lidded with a soft smile after attributing the change to the two orphans Elua had taken under her wing.
'It's good she's found friends her age. Even if she feels the need to pay for their company.'
