Her words bore heavily on the atmosphere, darkening the mood despite the bright light of the morning Sun peering through the window of the little kitchen within her vast, expansive body.
The air was laced with the odor of boiled leaves from the tea, along with citrus notes from the pine-like wood of Mother Vyia's true body, while sounds of giant rustling leaves and chirping birds that made their home upon her body cut through the heavy silence in the air.
"…How bad is the situation?" Rui asked with a grave tone.
