After a quick meal, Lumberling made his way toward the secluded training cave nestled in the mountains. The moon hung low, casting a cold silver light over the path, but the warmth of recent sparring still lingered in his muscles. He expected silence and solitude, but found neither.
Aurelya stood by the entrance, arms crossed. And beside her, cloaked in moonlight and shadow, sat Vaenyra.
He slowed, blinking. "Back again, huh?" he asked Aurelya, raising a brow with a hint of a smirk.
Aurelya didn't miss a beat. "Get over yourself. Watching you suffer is practically relaxing."
He chuckled softly, but his gaze shifted toward the quiet figure next to her. "Even you, Lady Vaenyra?"
Vaenyra didn't answer. She turned her head slightly. Her long blue hair shimmered faintly in the moonlight, and her silence spoke volumes.
Lumberling didn't press further. He stepped into the cave, lit a torch, and began his regimen.
