"Your form is embarrassing," Erayne's voice scolded as she lifted Solenne's elbow into a higher position.
She was only pouring tea; she didn't think things would be that complicated, but evidently there was an art to it that Solenne didn't know existed. She hadn't ever been in a position to exist in high society, let alone be the hostess for grand events.
It was all painfully new.
Solenne sucked in a breath and straightened her back, aiming to keep her elbow at the correct angle as she poured tea from a porcelain teapot into a cup. She was doing well, holding her hands steady, when her mind started to wander slightly.
'What is Ruvan doing right now?' She couldn't help but wonder.
Thalos had insinuated earlier that essential tasks needed to be done, but she wasn't sure what those tasks were. Did it involve the guests who would be arriving soon? Or perhaps arranging more groups to collect marrow?
