The private guest suite possessed zero casements, illuminated only by a shallow bark pool set into the floor.
Whenever someone moved across the living wood, the calm water shifted to display the busy municipal avenues below.
Amended guest clauses floated in luminous silver characters above the pool, recording Didi's shelter without joining her sovereign authority.
Hajin placed the bronze refusal socket case upon the high wall shelf, checking the runic clasps one final time.
"The palace accepted her clause, but it still watches every traveler who can challenge an established regulation," he observed.
Ferra set her leather tool kit beside the hearth, laying the two wrapped matched blades across a low bench.
"Then the Court should ask who holds rightful authority before assuming that dangerous armaments imply criminal intent," she grunted.
Eirwen walked to the edge of the pool, her twelve silver Shards drifting into a relaxed orbit behind her mantle.
