Morning came softly, brushing the land with a pale gold light that turned the mist over the lake into drifting ribbons of silver. The storm's traces were gone, leaving the air fresh and cool, scented with damp earth and blooming flowers. The waters of the vast sapphire lake gleamed like a living jewel, sparkling under the morning sun.
Lira stretched as she rose from her place beside Serelyth, blinking against the brilliance. Her dragon was already awake, sitting tall with her wings half-folded, gazing out at the lake with sharp, watchful eyes.
"Look," Serelyth said, her voice low but tinged with curiosity. "The waters stir."
Lira followed her gaze. At first, it was only the gentle movement of waves against the wind, but soon the shimmer changed. Beneath the glimmering surface, shadows twisted, moving with an unnatural grace. Then the surface broke with a soft splash—slender figures emerging, their forms radiant against the glowing waters.
Lira's breath caught in awe.
