..... She sat at the edge of the Tree pool watching as
brilliant purple flowers floated on the still water when Elder came to sit by
her side.
He watched as she hardly glanced at him and only seemed
to be concerned with the stillness around.
“What has turned you so cold?” He asked finally.
“What do you call those flowers on the water?” She seemed
to ignore his question just as easily as she avoided talking about home.
“They are called Padma. They flow swiftly down the river
here and deposit in the pool, they are said to bring good fortune... But Amara,
I have been trying to speak with you, on behalf of the others for many days
now. And for many days, you have simply changed the subject. We are not ones to
pry, but we do prefer to know more about where one comes from when they come to
us. Surely, you can understand, we do not leave this place. So we crave
knowledge of those we house beneath our canopy.”
