A few days after Cort brought the sampler of tea into the office, Eela found herself with a rare block of time that wasn’t already filled with meetings, or reading and writing reports. She strolled through the Square, a cream wide brimmed hat on her head. They may not have weather per say on Oed, but what they did have was a lot of sun. Always sun. She couldn’t wait for the day when they all got to feel those first rain drops. It was going to be glorious.

She was also having one of those rare days where her body was feeling good, no one at the office wanted to scream at the insanity, and she found her grief was less intense. Enough so that she was finding more and more ways to bring small joys into her life. Hence this visit.

Striding at a relaxed pace in a leaf green faux-leather skirt to her ankle, the striking piece had floral cutouts all over from just above her knee to the hem, making the leather look like lace. She paired it simply with a short sleeve black sweater with a modest V-neck, and a pair of black ankle boots with a low wedge heel.

Shifting a black shoulder bag on her shoulder, she peered up at the sign of the business she had sought out and smiled. With a deep intake of breath, she stepped in.

Removing the hat, she carried it in one hand and looked around the shop. Her black wavy hair was loose today, showing the few streaks of silver that had taken up residence and she had embraced. The empath was immediately taken the atmosphere of the shop, noting the energy here was grounding.

“Hello,” she said before anyone could greet her. “I’m looking for a Talen Veyl?”

~Eela Dasca, Lt. Gov.