Under a sky scattered with clouds and flying beasts, Isola found herself hurtling towards her parents with an urgency she hadn't known she possessed.
As if mirrored in a dance, they too, moved forward, splashes of saltwater trailing behind them.
They all stopped abruptly, just at the edge of where land met the sea, where their two worlds collided.
"My child," Moraxor began, his voice etched with worry, only to be cut off as they both tried to speak at the same time. A hint of a smile traced his lips as Isola motioned her father to proceed.
"I..," he began, taking a deep breath, "I trust you are well? They haven't been... harsh with you?" His gaze swept over her, seeking any signs of distress or harm.
