She stood by the indoor fountain, dressed in a fresh pale-blue gown, pouring herself a glass of cool water. Her silk golden hair was neatly tied back, her eyes calm, though a faint blush lingered on her cheeks from the remnants of drink.
''You look like a disaster," she remarked dryly at Elreth, who only laughed louder, running a hand through her messy hair.
"A glorious disaster," Elreth corrected with a grin, finally standing and stretching. "Don't tell me you didn't enjoy it. It's been ages since we got to drink without someone breathing down our necks with duties and politics."
Azalea's lips curved into a faint smile, though she didn't answer immediately. She simply sipped her water and glanced toward the upper floors, where Khione's room was.
Elreth followed her gaze and clicked her tongue. "Still locked up in her ice tower? She didn't say a word last night before vanishing."
