Chapter 11: EmergingEach tender leaf grows within its bud, ready to unfurl in the warming sun. Let the elder boughs shelter her until her time of coming forth, until the strength comes on her again.
– The Book of Hours
The days passed more quickly than Myril had thought they would. The ambassadress’s quarters rang with echoes of the dragons’ realm, but in the company of Tia, Savasa, or even Jasela she never felt the tug of trance. Besides, Geta taught her more than she would have otherwise.
“Now that you’re tending the Most Blessed One,” Geta said, “I’ll show you her storehouse.”
“She has her own storehouse?” Myril said.
“The others haven’t seen it, but at least one of your generation must know,” she said as she led Myril down toward the old sanctuary. Just before they reached it, Get
