As midday approached, Ashlynn slipped quietly from Nyrielle's bed, dressing by the light of the crystal lantern before leaving her lover to sleep away the remaining hours of the day.
"Sleep well, my love," she whispered from the door of the room before slipping out into the dark corridors beyond and returning to her own bedroom to freshen up and retrieve a small wooden box that clinked faintly when she picked it up.
Ascending the well worn spiral stairs at the end of the hallway, Ashlynn entered the large, round room that occupied the entire top floor of the tower. Previously, there had been little here other than storage for the residents of the tower, but Ashlynn had ordered several changes to be made as part of converting the tower to her coven's use.
