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Caithan Zahra

Caithan looked herself over in the mirror, tugging on her long sleeves to ward off the urge to shove them up. At least they were lightweight. Sunlight blazed through the open door onto her meuma’s private balcony and reflected off her green silk dress. “You look beautiful.” Caithan glanced away from her sleeves to the mirror and saw her meuma coming up behind her with a proud smile. She set her hands on Caithan’s shoulders. “Every bit a Sayina.” Caithan forced herself to smile. “Thank you, Meuma.” Meuma adjusted Caithan’s sleeves, which had ended up twisted from Caithan’s tugging, and turned her daughter around. Caithan met her eyes, dark like her own. “Are you ready?” Caithan nodded. “As ready as I will be.” Meuma beamed. “Excellent. I’ll tell the guests.” As Meuma headed for the door, Caithan called after her. “I’ll be down in a moment.” It wasn’t strictly a lie.