Green eyes glinted from a window – the view was obscured by snow and the darkness of night. A candle had been placed on the decorated sill; Aly took it and surveyed her family and friends. Taybur was present, and acute; the mischief in his face showed through his eyes. What contrast to the hawk that had been Bronau–had there ever been honest pleasure in those steel-silver doors to his injured soul?
Petranne, talking to Nuritin earnestly, stood by the fireplace.
"Can you hear the bells; see a star?"
"Yes, Petranne."
Aly smiled as Trick sighed happily on her shoulder.