She helped him sit on the brown-gold sand at the edge of the cultivation field, her movements carrying practiced ease that suggested this wasn't the first time she'd performed this action.
She waved her hands, and mats materialized from nowhere…simple, elegant things woven from what looked like compressed concepts of rest and stability.
One mat settled beneath her father. Another positioned itself beside him for her to sit upon. A third appeared near Noah, positioned at comfortable conversational distance.
"Please, sit," Elyndra said, her voice carrying gentle insistence.
"Father tires easily these days, and this conversation... this is important to him."
Noah complied, his form settling onto the mat with movements that suggested he was humoring her request rather than following orders.
The three of them sat there on the edge of that golden-radiant field, forming triangle of conversation.
