Fortunately, no further snow fell overnight and Ellisandra had no problems going to the theatre the next morning. Sariandra was already in the drawing room, tracing shapes on huge sheets of waxy paper for patterns.
“If you give me a list of what you need, I’ll go shopping for fabrics.”
“Can I come, please?”
“Do you think that’s all right with your father? I don’t really want to get into any more trouble with him.”
“I’m . . . sorry about that. He can be really silly about things like this.” That was an oddly light-hearted remark given Asitho Bisumar’s heavy-handedness. “But the merchants are all Nikala. They don’t care about me or my father’s rules.”
That was true, and it was going to be inconvenient not having her there.
“Well . . .” She hesitated. “It is a work trip.” She should pro
