Gyrfalcon's Keep stained glass

For a time, but not now. Had something woken her, Asvoria wondered?

But if Treva had wanted her to know, she would have spoken it.

I find the evening a peaceful time to pray. The crickets sooth my ears, and the breeze relaxes each tired muscle. It was truth, but also not. A busy mind often prevented her from sleep. This was the usual reason.