CHAPTER 19
“Look how the light is brighter on the south side, and the shadows are beginning to warm in the westering sun.”
Angharad was looking over Bedo’s shoulder as he tried to capture the scene in watercolors. He was new to the medium, so she’d set him an initial subject of a single rose, using George’s potted gift from the day before.
She stepped back, careful to avoid the small work tables she’d had brought out onto the veranda while the clear weather persisted. If Seething Magma was going to visit via the garden at the huntsman’s house, she planned to base herself there as much as possible with her apprentice, not inside the studio. Some outdoor studies would be a pleasant change.
All the animals were sleeping underfoot in the shade of the veranda roof, except for Imp who basked
