AYLETH
As Ayleth took her seat at the dinner ball a mere five days before the Peace Accord she felt nothing less than weary. Her limbs were heavy and sore from the training every morning—especially now that Falek was beginning to work her with the smallsword more. He said fighting alongside another, weapons were usually preferable.
Her eyes wanted to close because she was having trouble sleeping, wondering what would happen when Etan finally declared himself to their parents. And now she had to endure yet another ball. Despite another new, beautiful gown, she was struggling to find the energy to meet this night, let alone enthusiasm for it.
