Three Days Later
The morning light spilled lazily over the island, filtering through the canopy of giant trees that rustled with the soft sea breeze. The salty tang of the ocean lingered in the air, mixing with the earthy fragrance of dew-soaked moss.
On a carved wooden terrace overlooking the waves, Zuzia stretched her arms like a cat waking from a nap. She was in high spirits, humming to herself as she braided her long obsidian hair into a loose tail.
Mathilda and others already left to the ship. They even took many things from her dragon Nest. Zuzia happily gave everything.
Myrtle sat nearby, her face clouded with hesitation. She tugged at the hem of her robe, finally working up the courage to ask:
"Princess… you really want to leave?" Her voice was small, almost pleading.
Zuzia tilted her head, blinking her molten-orange eyes in confusion. "What do you mean ? I 'm leaving?"
