MoonQuill

_Tarrano the Man_ "Wake up, Lady Elza." A silence. His hand touched her white shoulder. "Wake up, Lady Elza. It is I--Tarrano." Elza opened her eyes, struggling to confused wakefulness. The white walls of her sleeping room in Tarrano's palace of the City of Ice were stained with the dim red radiance of her night light. She opened her eyes to meet Tarrano's inscrutable face as he bent over her couch; became conscious of his low, insistent, "Wake up, Lady Elza;" and his fingers half caressing the filmy scarf that cov…