6/26/2026, 3:24 PM
I am so sorry for the hold up
Folds of ebon shadow in her view to the right; below, tianlong’s princess sparking from drear. Every thought is drawn back to the captive sister, cloistered in her far chamber.
Eyes are drawn at intervals, studying both, and basking in the sunshine of her husband’s feeling. He sheds it over her now, prompting a turn which had been unwilling to look, so precise he is in his reading of her. She lists her face to his, brimming with a small warmth she hopes will not cool his own.
Her great like of Téng Lian is not immediately apparent in this fog, but Neith feels her cheeks bloom in appreciation. She gives what she can to the young lady, whose story sows in her mind that the world’s reality is not surface-level, but this magical dimension as well.
“Oh— you must be so homesick. Your kingdom is not so far I believe; a week’s journey. We will send a mazoi to accompany you, princess, and see that you are returned safely to your family.”
Neith would like a chance to know more of the princess, learn of her people and customs, and perhaps form a degree of attachment sufficient to make both kingdoms content in each others’ society. But her heart aches for her, torn from her homeland, and moves to assure that goodwill does not bely on a longer stay within their palace.
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