Half a day had passed since the meeting at the Triarcan Keep.
In the far reaches of the Pride of Aeonthar, where the skies were clear and the clouds hung like brushed silk, the Myrrnith Throne stood alone upon a floating island.
The land beneath her feet shimmered with stellar grasses of blue and silver, pulsing gently with the rhythm of the skies above.
Ethereal trees with translucent leaves hummed quietly in the wind, their roots embedded in moss that glowed faintly with ancient light.
Here, high above the rest of the lands, it felt like a world apart- a world suspended in both space and thought.
Her blue hair fluttered gently in the breeze, strands gleaming like liquid sapphire beneath the sunlight. She was regal, still, a statue of focus as her eyes traced the drifting isles nearby, each one dotted with verdant life and starlight flora.
Alone, she pondered deeply.
Then, a ripple echoed in the sky.
