Clop! Clop!
The sound of hooves tapping the ground made a white-haired woman who sat with crossed legs open her eyes.
The water ring hovering around her went into the barrels at the edge of the compound. As she got to her feet, three horses with familiar riders approached the compound.
Tilting her head, her sapphire eyes gleamed with joy when she identified the people on horseback.
'He's back!' she thought.
Her calm, collected demeanor shattered when Cristian hopped down and opened his arms. Rushing into his embrace, Medusa tightened her grip around his neck.
"You're back," she said. Her tone was laced with a sense of relief. Gently stroking her back, Cristian turned his head toward the building, from which he could see the orange glow of the candles through the windows.
"What about Nebula and Anna?"
