Verinia went her own way and found one of her siblings sitting under a tree at the most peaceful part of the camp.
"What are you reading?" She approached Syvia, who, unlike herself, was wearing a dress instead of hunting clothes, enraptured in a book.
From the heroic design burnt into the cover, she knew that it was a story of love and conquest, as the girl was prone to reading.
Syvia considered herself a hopeless romantic, so those books were her greatest indulgence. Verinia, on the other hand, never cared for such ephemeral literature.
"A love tale from Ginzai. The Empress brought it for me." Syvia's cheeks were brightly flushed with life and her eyes sparkled. "Oh, Ina. Their writings are such treasures! Look."
Verinia took the offered book and silently skimmed through the page her sister had been reading.