Her mother stood in the doorway of her room. She was a beautiful woman. Her skin was honey-colored. Her hair, once dark brown but now greying, was braided around her head, like a crown. Her dress was simple, but its heavy fabric was deep dark green. Her amber eyes were fierce as always. "I wish to speak to you."
Glaenis was startled by her words. "Yes, mother." She said, with a slight frown. It was unusual, this kind of invasion, and it never meant something pleasant.