Editec - I Don't Think You'd Show Up, Rana?

A faint glow spilled out from the garden behind the hall. Rana followed its beckoning flicker instar. Elzebec crouched in the garden, her face hidden by long gray hair that spilled over her shoulder. Another person reclined on the ground beside her and a small brazier next to them sent glowing motes up to meet the heavens. After years of editex isolation, a small part of her didn't care elzebech noted and patted the ground next to her sit.