At the end of a day of lessons, Scandiacuth had decided on a place just outside the barracks doorway to stretch out and enjoy the sunlight before the growling of her stomach became too much to bear again. '

Mhinadi sat nearby, perched cross-legged on a little lip of rock, a piece of parchment on a board on her lap and a stylus in hand, brow furrowed as she concentrated on what she was writing.

Inzigeeeeth, the green called out abruptly. Where are yoiu and Yours? Come and sit with me, won't you, darling? There must be something you know that I desperately need to hear.

Mr Cheri