The cold wind of Euclid never rested, and yet Trafalgar stood at the front gate of the mansion, carrying two well-packed bags—one in each hand.
Everyone was there: Anthera with her calm, motherly smile; the twin boys, Eron and Mael, running around in the snow; Sylis with arms crossed, trying to look grumpy but failing; and Mordrek, arms behind his back, watching in silence.
Anthera stepped forward first.
"You're all set, Trafalgar?" she asked kindly. "Remember, you're always welcome here. If you don't want to stay at the main castle, our home is always open to you."
Trafalgar nodded, letting out a small smirk."Yeah… much better than that prison."
Anthera chuckled as the twins tackled Trafalgar's legs for a final hug.
"Be careful out there!" yelled Mael.
"Don't forget us!" added Eron.
Sylis approached him next, giving him a quick, awkward hug before stepping back with a light huff.
"Don't die," she muttered, then looked away.
"Same to you," Trafalgar replied with a grin.
