The moon glowed brightly upon them and she lifted her eyes up. Sometimes, she wondered if it was the same moon that glowed in Zinambra, glowed in other places of the world. And even in Zinambra, the shade of the moon in the Mourtzur was different with the shades she saw in the other places. She turned to look at Betla that stood in front of the fire bubbling from the huge holes, her eyes gleaming with the sheen of the fire. “What do you need now, Betla?” She asked softly, aware of Lorcán’s eyes that were fixed on her, she wasn’t ready yet.
Everything was set, this had always been her routine and she was used to it that she knew with her eyes closed, she could do everything perfectly alright. Betla lifted her eyes from the glowing fire and Aranya knew it was time to have Lorcán moved over
