[Realm: Álfheimr]
[Location: Quadling Country]
[Glinda's Castle]
"My lady, forgive my persistence, but I must ask plainly—do you truly believe this is the best course of action?"
The question left Alexandria's lips slowly, as if she had rehearsed it several times in her mind before finally allowing it to be spoken aloud. There was worry in her voice—genuine worry, not something that could easily be hidden behind courtly composure.
She stood a few steps behind the Good Witch, watching her with a troubled expression.
Glinda currently stood upon one of the open balconies of her castle, the wind moving across the high structure. The balcony was a structure of immaculate white stone, so perfectly maintained that not a single blemish or speck of dirt marred its surface. Elegant floral patterns had been carefully carved into the stonework of the balcony, designs that curved and intertwined across the pillars and railings.
From this height, the land stretched far into the distance.
