The air in Otsanna's home was thick with the scent of herbs and something ancient and peaceful. It was a strange mix of comfort and nervousness that fluttered within her since she arrived.
Zephyr was more at ease, His powerful frame making the cozy space feel suddenly small. He stood like a sentinel as he spoke.
"Where do we go from here? With her." His voice was a low, commanding rumble. He spoke of Selene as if she were a tactical problem, a piece on a game board that refused to move correctly. His dark eyes flicked toward her, a brief, impersonal glance.
"I want a clear outline of her duties. What she must do. In preparation for the Solstice, as the Guide."
Selene's heart raced. She had been here just yesterday, asking this exact same question.
