ERIS
I woke to actual rest.
The fire in my veins had settled overnight.
Still present. Still warm. But comfortable now instead of burning. Like my power had finally found equilibrium after days of chaos and suppression and violent reawakening.
Morning light filtered through the window. Pale and cold. Northern light that looked different from Solmire's golden warmth. More silver than gold. More crystalline than liquid.
A knock came at the door.
Mira entered with fresh clothes draped over her arms and that particular expression that meant she'd been planning this moment since dawn.
"Good morning, my lady. I've brought proper travel clothes. The Marquess says we'll be riding through cold today."
The outfit she helped me into was entirely different from what I'd worn in Solmire.
