While Vaelen was looking for clues that could lead him to Kael, the dragon in question remained oblivious to that.
He was still in the village, but the late morning had now given way to afternoon.
The healthy sunlight had now turned hotter.
The room, once filled with lively chatter, had grown quieter—its air heavy with thought.
By now, Rue and Rina had returned, but seeing the serious discussion going on, they had gone back to their rooms, taking a small nap after the tireless playing.
Kael sat at the table still, his chair slightly leaned back, eyes closed as if lost between breaths.
Around him, the faint sound of crackling fire filled the silence, and every so often, the wooden beams of the house groaned softly.
Alenia sat opposite him, arms crossed, watching in silence. Selene, her wings folded neatly, gazed out the window.
Even Druvarn, for once, was quiet, lying belly-down on the table like an oversized plush ornament.
