At the Shore

"I'm happy here, close to the Starfall. A little lonely sometimes, I won't lie. But it's peaceful here." Miara set aside a full tray and picked up an empty one, picking up sheets of moss from the basket one by one and laying them out. "A dancer? Small wonder - you've got the grace for it. And give yourself a little credit! You made it through that storm and scarcely got wet. I couldn't do that." The nymph shivered - even back in the warmth of her cave, in dry clothes and with the fire blazing, she was chilled through. She got up from her spot and poured herself a cup of tea, setting the full trays by the fire to dry while she was over there.