They finally arrived at Liana's hometown.
A quiet elven village nestled under the shade of a massive ancient tree, its towering roots weaving through the land like gentle veins. The sun filtered through the dense canopy, casting golden light across the mossy path that led to the town gate.
Liana and Gloria slowed their Pekkos.
They came to a stop a short distance from the entrance.
Liana remained still, staring ahead in silence.
Noticing her pause, Gloria turned with a soft voice.
"Why the stop?"
"…It's been so long since I left this place," Liana whispered. "I wonder if they'll even recognize me… or worse, be angry."
Gloria looked at her gently. "Why would they be angry?"
Liana lowered her gaze.
"…Because I ran from home."
The breeze stirred her hair.
"But they sent you the letter, right?" Gloria asked softly.
Liana nodded. "Yeah… only because Queen Mylezra informed them I was working in the Armand household."
