Meanwhile, Maia puts her hand on her heart, feeling the heartache of saying goodbye, tears stream down her eyes, her hair and face, her hair flutters as the wind breezes across her face. She composed herself and rode her horse away in the opposite direction as the sun sets on them both. Song fades watching Maia and Kusava ride off in opposite directions as the sun sets….. Maia returns to the palace in her servant attire, to be ready for the King in his Bedchamber to read him stories for the evening.