Elua and Qatrand sat cross-legged on the floor of the small bedroom. A warm glow of candles cast flickering shadows on the walls. The room was sparse with no bedding or furniture, but it was still a sanctuary away from their daily lives.
Especially with the rituals formed from careful sigils underneath each floorboard that easily made it a better spiritual cultivation zone than the special one in the Yecine complex. She'd been making it for Qat, but was going to request that her two disciples be allowed its use.
'I also kind of have to tell her I have those now.'
"Are you ready?"
El asked softly. As hands were entwined with hers, Qatrand nodded with her eyes already half-closed. She focused on the partially complete armguard encircling her wrist. A gift shown to her after the Yecine told the tale of finding the wax and seal.
Lazy AT day.
Our couple grows closer and closer. The dual-meditation was fun to write. So was their little private illusion viewing walk. It's always fun to dole out little bits of edges that define Elua and her past better to both the reader and Qat herself.
Though you know, these ones were curated and we know she's a schemer. It's the 'oh crap, I didn't mean to-' moments that really show you who the ancient cultivator is... and her very gray morality.