"Maybe… just maybe, that is the reason why I'm here," Yanarym said as she continued to examine Original's appearance in the mirror.
"It made sense with the two tasks she left me. Became the King of Seerian and re-establish the constitution."
After staring and admiring Yanarym's new identity in the mirror, she sauntered to the huge arched glass window that was in her room. It was tall and wide enough that even if she stood up on the frame and spread her limbs there would still be a wide space remaining. It was more like a giant glass door than a window.
Yanarym unlocked it and pushed open the handle set. She carefully climbed on the sill and took a seat as she hung her feet on the outside.
The fresh breeze of the woods, ranches creaking, feet stomping over debris, squirrels chatting, wind whistling around tree trunks or rustling the leaves, birds chirping, insects humming. They welcomed her.
