We sat on the ground, Faye, Rhys, and I together with our usual breakfast. We could be chewing slowly in unison paired with our eyes as the three of us stared at Alke and Dionne, who stood outside the hall, discussing something.
They have been at it for a couple of minutes now. Dionne seems to be digging through everything that happened. My nosy self caught her, examining the dying tree with an emotionless expression. She jots down everything she hears and sees on her scroll-like paper with a matching feathered pencil.
I hear as one of the nymphs gossips about how they often feel so left out with the royal family never visiting the island. They send only Dionne or the Queen's assistant to collect tears or send the news to and from the kingdom.
