Dale

Nessya grinned full of larks as she looked over the delicious smelling options of food and treats that were on display in the indoor market. The timing could not have been more perfect as not many people were about yet, or if there had been it was during the morning rush. Their morning had understandably been occupied with their news and visit to the healer.

Rick waited anxiously. A thick rolling musky scent wafted in from the lake, carried by the damp breeze, the scent filled his lungs and it's crispness nearly took his breath away. Birds cawed up above, covering the rooftops or skirting in the sky. The smell of fish and moistened earth was also in the air, with barrels of dead fish in rows of size and species lining the docks, shadowed under the buildings above. As heavy as the smell was where he was stood, overlooking the lake, it became something of a distraction. 

Her mother stood in the doorway of her room. She was a beautiful woman. Her skin was honey-colored. Her hair, once dark brown but now greying, was braided around her head, like a crown. Her dress was simple, but its heavy fabric was deep dark green. Her amber eyes were fierce as always. "I wish to speak to you."  

Glaenis was startled by her words. "Yes, mother." She said, with a slight frown. It was unusual, this kind of invasion, and it never meant something pleasant.