Luneshale Pass arrival

at last toula had come. tavina abided the ceremony, the waiting; she looked at the fronds and the entourage, and understood with a feeling both sinking and relieved, that the young woman had come into her own.

and correct she was.

a smoky vision greeted the waiting subjects, her pale coat shimmered in gold-dust and markings around her hips, a headdress upon the proud crown, and her eyes, somehow darker.

toula proclaimed herself as queen and the ageing, proud nursemaid was happy to bow low before those royal feet, pride sparkling in winsome tears along purpled gaze.