Jett's carriage wheels slowed as it rumbled onto a narrow path beside the shimmering lake at dusk. The sky blazed with molten gold and rose as the sun dipped toward the horizon, the clouds painted in hues of apricot and lavender. Tall pines arched overhead, their silhouettes dark against the glowing sky, and their reflections trembled on water aflame with sunset's fire. A cool breeze stirred ripples and carried the scent of wildflowers, as if the very air were alive with magic.
Mia leaned forward, her eyes wide with wonder. "Master, it is breathtaking. I've never seen anything like it."
Noctlisa cracked a grin, her armor clinking softly. "Aye, Master, 'tis like riding through Faerie itself. I could swear I hear the trees whispering."
Eleonora stepped down from the carriage with graceful poise, her gaze lingering on the dancing light. This place feels as though it were born of moonlight and dreams, she thought, her heart fluttering.
