"A hundred pounds of vanilla? To bring back his daughter and grandson, the Great Chief of the Silver Raven Tribe has indeed spared no effort, presenting all the vanilla accumulated in Crow City over the years to me, a woman with little vision, who loves to eat and drink! Haha!"
As night gradually fell, a bonfire was lit in the grand hall. The bright firelight illuminated the figure of the Serpent Mother Miyava on the stone seat, highlighting her striking silhouette and the corners of her mouth raised, along with the cold disdain in her eyes. The little Light Snake beside her blinked and, seeing her mother's demeanor, mimicked it by half-lifting her small face, curling her lips into a 'sneer' at the White Feather Envoy.
"Hmm... White Bird?... Mud?..."
"Ahem! Honored Serpent Mother, esteemed Seaside Goddess!"
