Small fingers traced along the grain of the thin piece of leather, testing its flexibility. Elua had spent the last hours trying to distract herself from the echoes of her conversation with Yatrel or from slipping back into today's intensity for Qatrand.
The most effective had been with leatherworking. The abandoned scraps and tools were still scattered nearby in a mess of uncertain projects she fiddled with. A sort of aimless meditation that kept moving into contemplations over the future.
'Is it that the present isn't fulfilling enough? Or that it's so good, I can't help but worry about maintaining it…'
The tent flap rustled as Klaytei entered freely. Her personal servant had been told not to bother announcing herself. The cultivator could sense her coming at a distance anyway… but the very idea that she could get distracted and caught in awkward situations by someone just rushing in her tent was another 'welcome' mental barrier.
