Standing at the entrance of the bustling marketplace, Islinda felt a surge of exhilaration coursing through her veins. With her arm outstretched in appreciation and her eyes closed, she embraced the freedom that surrounded her.
The cool autumn breeze caressed her face, carrying with it the sweet aroma of seasonal blooms and freshly harvested crops. The lively chatter and vibrant energy of the market-goers filled the air, adding to the sense of joy and liberation that washed over her. In that moment, Islinda realized that freedom had never felt so sweet, so invigorating, and so utterly exhilarating.
It was no wonder that the Fae who passed her by gave her strange looks, probably assuming that she was not right in the head. Not that Islinda cared. After everything that she has been through, She deserved this moment to herself. Islinda has tried enough.
