Early summer was Ishaada’s favorite time of year in Euridean. The eastern garden of the White Hall exploded into life and color. Fruit trees were full of ripe cherries and apricots. There were bushes of berries intermixed with all the different flowers and shrubs, filling the air with their sweet fragrance in the heat of the day. As she and her handmaidens made their way through the flower garden, she would take a few cuttings here and there and tuck them in the basket. The other women were laughin...