The garden was warm.
That was the first thing Ashlynn was aware of when she slipped into the land of dreams that she and Nyrielle shared. There was a warmth that seeped into her skin like sunlight after a long winter, so different from the cold cabin and the damp blankets and the endless fog of the River Luath that it took her breath away.
The air smelled of night-blooming jasmine and lavender, and somewhere above her, she could hear the soft rustle of leaves stirred by a breeze that carried the faintest hint of roses.
