Dressed in a rose-colored gown, Kit took a seat on the stool in front of the mirror and let her mind wander as her hair was brushed out. She hoped she’d kept the mud out of it and imagined she must have since there wasn’t any on her pillow. Thoughts of mud brought her back to her trip to the village. She was certain Avinia, Isla, and Seph would already know about the state of the citizens. There was no reason to highlight her own ignorance, but as they began to pin her hair up, Kit said, “Le atsa.” All three ladies stopped what they were doing and stared at...