Across the city in the noble quarter, Calypso paced her chambers like a caged lioness, her mortal form burning with divine frustration. The wine-red hair that had replaced her silver locks swished with each agitated turn, while her deep purple eyes blazed with barely contained fury.
"You must sit still, my lady," Agna said from her position near the wardrobe, her weathered hands folding another gown. "The seamstress cannot take proper measurements if you keep moving about like that."
Calypso spun on her heel, silk slippers sliding against the polished stone floor. "I don't need new dresses. I need to see the heroes who arrived from the north. Now."
"I'm afraid that's quite impossible, Lady Selene." Agna didn't even look up from her work. "The men are being debriefed by the High Burner and Duke Haverford. It would be highly improper to interrupt such important proceedings."