The clouds have begun to darken, and soon it will be nightfall. The kingdom's war drums sound again, their deep resonance echoing through the mountain valleys. The drums are louder this time, more urgent.
Sebi looks outside through the arched window where enchanted wind chimes tinkle softly. "Who knows what's happening?" She turns to Tamilia, who has already gathered her things to leave for the day.
"Be careful on your way back. I can tell something is wrong."
Tamilia can feel it too—a tension in the very air, as if the mountain itself holds its breath. On her way to pluck some herbs earlier, she had overheard that the King had summoned all his dragon soldiers. Is war about to break out?
Sebi's attention returns to the three females who have fully taken over her sanctuary.
Do they have no intentions of going back? While she enjoys their lively presence, it's already getting quite late. Their mates may be worried about them.
