{anti-OTP: Morvydd/Zara}
The tall windows of Morvydd's room are open, though it's raining outside quietly and steadily, and the breeze that blows in is almost chilly. There's a small fire burning, and the little table laid out for tea. Morvydd herself is at her worktable, sifting some fragrant stuff while she waits for Zara to come and fit her for another gown.