It was an ambitious piece with butterflies and flowers and as she sat in the mid-morning sun, she began to realize she’s hardly seen Tevin since their return two days before. Certainly, she had seen him during meal time and they’d spent the nights wrapped in each other’s arms but for the most part, he was extremely busy as the new Earl of East Anglia and she only caught fleeting glimpses of him now and again, usually in passing. She missed him terribly but she was deeply grateful to be home, resuming a normal life. And she was deeply grateful for Val’s company. The woman had recovered fairly swiftly from her injuries and this was the first time Cantia had allowed her to sit up for any length of time. Dressed in a soft, mustard-colored surcoat and struggling to learn the finer points of needlework, Val sat across from Cantia on this bright morning, tackling the somewhat simple scene of the sun rising over mountains. Cantia had helped her sketch out the scene with charcoal and stretch it out over the oak frame, and now Val was attempting to embroider her design.
