Not too far away from where Kaelen had a few exchanges with Christopher.
Although dawn was now approaching, the moon still hing in the sky like a silver coin above the Veilwood forest, its pale light spilling into a clearing where Lila sat cross-legged. The air around her pulsed faintly, as though time itself trembled in her presence. Her eyes were shut, but even behind closed lids, faint silver lines glowed, tracing the veins of her bloodline.
Across from her, seated on a stone carved with runes that looked as though they predated kingdoms, was Velyrian. His aura was calm yet sharp, the kind of presence that belonged to someone who had long accepted the weight of foresight. His eyes were now mismatched—one silver like Lila's, the other a faded grey—watched her quietly.
