The following day, pale sunlight filtered into the Vale of Mists through a thick fog that clung to the river valley, shrouding everything in a gray haze that made it difficult to see more than a few dozen feet ahead. The towering cedars of the Vale poked out of the fog as if they were stretching for a glimpse of the sun above the fog.
Sitting comfortably on her terrace overlooking the Vale, Ashlynn turned away from the sight of the Vale's natural beauty to focus on the small circle of people who had gathered to join her for a late lunch. Her face momentarily flushed as she recalled the way Nyrielle had kept her up late into the night when Ashlynn answered her lover's proposal with hot kisses and torn clothing.
