Mira looked at the hammer in her hand for a few seconds and then threw it away.
The hammer flashed with light and turned back into Isabelle. The woman landed on her chair and looked back at Mira with a smile, "Come on, don't say you didn't like it. I could feel your hands, too rough and coarse. I know a hardworking carpenter when I see them."
Mira didn't reply. She just glared at Isabelle for a long while and sighed. That made Isabelle shrug, "Not the best of starts, but at least it's not the worst." She turned to Arad, "Don't you think so?"
He looked at Aella, "I'll leave this matter to you and everyone else." Arad could just decide if Isabelle can stay or leave. His wives won't disagree with what he wants. But to him, at least, that is unfair to them. That is why he leaves decisions like this to their collective vote.
