Qebhet had scarcely noticed the weather outside. Ordinarily she would have basked in the swelling spring warmth and the promise of long, hot summer days to come. Today, the sun had been only another worrying reminder of the rapid slipping of time and Hecate's lengthening silence.
"I haven't been getting far," she admitted ruefully. "Perhaps I should step out for a spell before I take another look at the backlog. A little sun might help my concentration."