"Lady Veyla, Lady Isolde, it seems the excavation will take a little longer. Why don't you rest in the meantime? You must be tired, no?" Vesha approached in a single-piece blue dress; her long blond hair was gathered high, catching the sun's gold, and her ice-blue eyes held a clear, innocent light.
"Ah, Lady Vesha…" Facing her, Veyla and Isolde tensed a little.
They still were not used to receiving royal treatment here. "It is all right. We are not that tired, and as you can see, we are not the ones doing the hard work." Veyla's answer carried a hint of shame. They were only giving instructions from time to time while everyone else worked.
"I understand. Please say the word if you require anything. The kitchen is preparing a few snacks, and in a few minutes you will have your choice of tea or coffee." Appointed by Adyr to look after them, Vesha handled her role with smooth care.
