Miara trekked back up the path leading home, exhausted and sodden. She slipped through the gap where the rock arched away from the waterfall, only to nearly trip over Ève. "Oh! A traveler? Give me just a moment to change into something dry and I'll be right with you." She set the basket of moss on a shelf and slipped through the curtains at the back of the cave.
When she emerged, she was in a dry, cozy-looking dress with a shawl pinned around her shoulders. She hung up the wet clothes to dry, stirred the banked fire to life, and began attending to Ève. The nymph didn't give the newcomer a chance to get a word in edgewise before she was tucked into one of the guest beds, draped in a fur blanket, with a cup of tea in her hands, and Miara was sitting on the floor beside the bed, spreading out the wet moss on a tray to dry by the fire. "So what brings you here?"
When she emerged, she was in a dry, cozy-looking dress with a shawl pinned around her shoulders. She hung up the wet clothes to dry, stirred the banked fire to life, and began attending to Ève. The nymph didn't give the newcomer a chance to get a word in edgewise before she was tucked into one of the guest beds, draped in a fur blanket, with a cup of tea in her hands, and Miara was sitting on the floor beside the bed, spreading out the wet moss on a tray to dry by the fire. "So what brings you here?"
