The air was quiet in the outer woods, where the morning mist hung low over the trees and the songbirds broke the silence with their faint melodies. Inside a modest cottage made of old cedar and stone, Laura sat by the window, her hands clasped tightly together as if she could pray the worry away. The fire in the hearth flickered softly, throwing shadows against her tired face.
Elder Rowan stood near the window opposite her, staring out into the forest as if he could still feel the faint pulse of power that once surged from Mia during her last training. His ageless eyes held calm wisdom, but even calm seas could hide deep currents beneath.
"I can't help but worry, Rowan," Laura finally said, breaking the silence. Her voice trembled slightly, not from weakness, but from love. "She may look strong, but she's still just a girl. A girl who's been through more than she ever should have. I just hope they won't attack her again, although she's mastered her power now."
