At the crack of dawn, a woman emerged from the river, having spent half a day and an entire night submerged. Her drenched form made its way onto the riverbank, leaving trails of water in its wake.
Closing her eyes, she uttered a magic spell. In an instant, her drenched clothes and hair transformed, becoming dry and immaculate, leaving no trace of water upon her. Her appearance now refined, befitting her role as the Queen of Witches, she traversed the dandelion field in silence until the sun had fully risen, then quietly vanished from sight.
Arriving at the palace, her presence did not escape the notice of Draven and Sierra, who sensed her immediately. Draven chose not to rush to her side, opting instead to wait for her to approach at her own pace.
Evanthe entered Sierra's chamber to find her standing motionless by the window. "Have you been like this all night?" Evanthe inquired, knowing Sierra's habits well.
Sierra turned to face her. "Are you alright?"
