Chapter 5: In the Arms of AguilarDarkness had fallen when Jaelle’n awoke. Although she could not recall drifting off to sleep, she recognized that she had. A small lamp flickered on the carved table at the bedside, casting soft golden light over a tray of food, a ewer, and a cup. She stretched and sat up, rolled to the side of the bed and let her legs drop until her feet hit the floor.
To quench her thirst and end the dust-mouth taste with which she had awakened, she poured a cup of fruity drink and sipped it, savoring the sweet cool moisture as each swallow slid down her throat. Never before had she been so aware of every taste, every scent, all the subtle differences in flavors and textures encountered while eating and drinking. She had always enjoyed her food, but in a much more genera
