The next morning, Mirabelle was escorted by a servant to one of the dining halls.
The other females were already seated along an enormous table bending beneath the sheer amount of food that had been prepared.
The scent of warm herbs, fresh fruit, and sweet baked roots drifted heavily through the air.
Morning light streamed through the enormous arched windows, turning the pale stone walls golden while dozens of conversations blended into a constant gentle hum beneath the high ceiling.
Elowen waved at Mirabelle the moment she entered.
"Mirabelle! We saved you a seat!"
The rabbit female's bright voice echoed through the hall.
Smiling gratefully, the lynx female walked toward the group and slipped into the empty seat between Elowen and Lysandra before immediately loading her plate.
A female needed food, okay?
Mirabelle sat quietly between Elowen and Lysandra, focusing entirely on eating.
Mostly because it prevented people from asking her questions.
