The very next afternoon, Elinan finally trudged up the steps toward the Van Mara Citadel. She was tried, and probably still a little tipsy from the previous night. She had learned that Queen Lenna’s Lidancene chocolates always seemed to taste a little bit of liquor—and eating them makes things a little more purple than they should be. “Whee...” she muttered to nobody as she ascended. It seemed, to her, that she was walking over the skies. Which were purple. Her riding boots made muffled padding sounds that echoed across the spiraling stairwell. “Erinann,” Letorry was saying to her. |}