Fall, Day 10, 513 AV "Pina! Wake up!" Inari poked at the small bundle of blankets and limbs curled up beside her. It would have scandalized the rest of the household if they knew her personal slave girl slept in the same bed, but the poor child was deathly frightened of being by herself. That, and she loved her mistress more than anything in all of Mizahar. The Lorak sighed. She would have to deal with that later. For now, their priority was to get dressed as fast as possible and somehow race downstairs with inconspicuous grace. The seventh bell had just passed, and Inari was supposed to make a respectable appearance with the rest of the family at the eighth, sharp. Lorena had been very, very clear. |