As they walked slowly between rows of glimmering plants, the air filled with floral scents and gentle hums of fairy wings, Lira felt herself relax. She and Ivvie chatted lightly about the healing moss, the blooming moonshade petals, and which plants had become particularly fussy lately.
But the question pressed again on her mind.
"Ivvie," she asked gently, "is there any fairy I could speak to about the air element? Someone who might know more?"
Ivvie paused mid-air, wings slowing. She turned to Lira with a more serious look than usual.
"I don't know anyone personally," she said slowly, "but I do know of a place where you might find answers. It's... not part of the regular paths."
Lira leaned in, hopeful. "Where?"
Ivvie flew closer, lowering her voice to a whisper. "Getting there is easier than getting out. It's not dangerous, not exactly—but strange things happen, and time flows funny. You must promise not to tell anyone else. Not even Maelin. Not the Grandmaster."
