I squelched wetly into my rooms at the palace. My clothes were soaked, and I'd left a long trail of droplets from the front door to my room on the far side of the third floor.
The head maid was going to give me a tongue-lashing.
I undressed, ran a hot bath in the tub, and soaked for an hour.
I dried myself, dressed again, and fell to my knees at my bedside. I closed my eyes.
"Uh…I don't know how to do this." I said, into the air, feeling my ears heat up with embarrassment. "But, um, I need to know what the Seeker found."
And peals of laughter echoed throughout my bedroom.
I looked up and saw the Weaver on my bed, crying with laughter.
"Wow, you're bad at this." She said, wiping a tear from her eye.
"It's the first time I've ever prayed!" I protested. "It would be strange if I got it right first time."
She struggled to compose herself, a giggle escaping every couple of seconds.
"Okay, okay I'm sorry. Try again. I'll be serious this time."
