"But Elder, we need to warn the world!" Eirbhaen exclaims, her voice firm and unwavering.
"Your Highness."
A male voice cuts in, soft yet stern.
Eirbhaen whips her head toward him, irritation flashing across her face.
"What? You think this isn't important either?"
The blue-haired man simply stares at her in silence, unblinking.
The weight of his gaze lingers.
Eirbhaen exhales sharply, her shoulders dropping.
"Fine. Fine. Fine."
She runs a hand through her hair, trying to steady herself.
"But I still think we need to warn the world. Altheon has forgotten about magic. We need to remind them that it is coming back."
Her voice tightens, urgency bleeding through.
"Altheon is not ready."
Elder Maer sits in her usual wooden chair, her walking staff leaning against the table beside her. She watches Princess Eirbhaen with that gentle, loving gaze of hers.
But Eirbhaen is not fooled by her soft demeanor. Elder Maer is one of the strongest mages she knows.
