In the morning the Weft and Warp was especially busy – and loud. While hardly a sound could be heard later in the day, the building was filled with the voices of countless Symenestra that had come here to start their work. Alessa Anthurium, the owner of the Weft and Warp, and her cousin Avarys had not arrived yet, and thus the weavers could do whatever they wanted.
A couple of young Symenestra girls, lovely with their brilliant white hair and their silken dresses, stood in a corner, chatting excitedly. They were talking about who would be chosen as Moth Queen next and whatever there would be another accident. Selaria, the last Moth Queen, had bene poisoned.
An older, dark haired Symenestra woman sat down behind a loom next to Nessaisa and shook her head. „Children“, she muttered. „They should concentrate more on their work.“ But there was a smile on her face. She still remembered what it was like. It was good to see young people here, especially since fewer and fewer children were being born in Kalinor.
A boy, an apprentice, hurried into the main room, a cup in hand. He had slept in, so there had been no time for a proper breakfast. All he had was a cup of lukewarm blood, taken from only the gods knew what creature.
It was then that a man descended the stairs. He moved quietly and with the grace of a dancer. He was slender, almost deadly pale, with deep black hair and brilliant violet eyes. His clothes were made of the finest silk imagineable. As he saw the girls chatting in the corner, he clapped his hands once, and they quickly hurried to their looms and started to get them ready.
Seeing that, he smiled slightly, and then he walked over to Nessaisa. It seemed as if Avarys Anthurium wanted something from her.