The lanterns still floated in the night breeze even though the music had died down. The last of the crumb cakes had been eaten and the stalls emptied of drinks and snacks.
Arya didn't know how badly she needed a break until she was taking one.
The war planning had been unending and tiresome. With only some clues to Odette's whereabouts, shed been at a loss. Her magic had failed her, she couldn't locate her friend's daughter, she couldn't protect her son's fiancée, she failed the people who mattered to her.
The weight of that guilt was crippling. She hadn't realized how exhausting it was to carry the burden of all her worries. However, this short time away was enlightening.
Violet was so different now. Arya felt the shifting happen each new time she saw her friend. The transformation was by no means, subtle.
Arya needed a room to rest in and decided a hotel inside the close quarters of the coven instead of her home on the borders of their coven's turf was the smart idea.
