While Alison went off to rack her brains with the rest of the high-standing members of the Empire, Varian returned to Hortus.
It was finally time for a talk.
In a room built of snow-white marble stood a woman. The lavender curtains fluttered with the wind, swaying gently, brushing her skin and enveloping her in a transient hug.
Sarah seated herself in a chair in the corner of the room. Even though she was meditating, a part of her focus was on the silent woman.
Even though her powers were heavily sealed, Sarah didn't feel secure enough to let her guard down.
On the other hand, Isadora was still shocked by the turn of events. Standing still like a statue, she stared blankly into the garden over the balcony. The pond in the garden was still like her mind.
Tick!
A ripple spread across the pond, destroying the peace.
Tick!
Tick!
Tick!
The ripples clashed against each other as it drizzled.
