The quiet hours of the day found Elowen seated in the solarium, a favorite retreat when time allowed. Across from her, Serelith lounged with a casualness that belied her sharp mind. The court magician had been more present of late, her usual mysterious demeanor softened by what Elowen could only describe as an almost childlike need for attention. Perhaps it's because Vyrelda has gone with Mikhailis and there is no one who would reprimand her so she is acting unrestrained.
"You're staring again, Serelith," Elowen said, not looking up from the book she was reading.
Serelith's lips curled into a mischievous smile.
"And you're ignoring me again, my queen. It's most unbecoming."
Elowen sighed, closing the book with deliberate slowness.
"Must we do this every time?"
"Must we?" Serelith echoed, tilting her head like a curious bird. Her amethyst eyes sparkled with amusement.
"I think you secretly enjoy it. You do have a soft spot for me."
