You begin to walk slowly down the silent corridor. It is long, and narrow. The rhythmic beat of your footsteps is the only sound to be heard. The faded glows and dimmed torches lining the walls send soft shadows dancing across the smooth surface of gleaming stone. You feel as if this hallway must go on forever, and when at last you reach the end you breathe a
small sigh of relief. You have come upon a large oaken door. Timidly you knock, and a soft voice bids you to enter. You push open the door, and enter the weyr. The room is modestly furnished aside from a beautiful tapestry adorning the northern wall. Beneath this, the weyrwoman Aroura sits upon a crimson couch, clad in riding gear, her hands wrapped around a steaming mug of klah. Her long chestnut tresses are pulled back into a tight braid, and her forest green eyes study your face as you enter. As she sees you, she rises and welcomes you. A tankard is placed in your hands and you are lead to a seat at a small, round table. Aroura invites you to stay a while. You smile and thank the weyrwoman. You notice two doors at opposite ends of the room. The first leads back to the entrance corridor. It is quite possible that the second may lead to the chambers
of the golden queen Shivath, lifemate of Aroura.
