Blakely stepped through the gates of the Ursa Minor Guild Hall, her heart feeling both light and heavy at the same time. The familiar sight of the bustling guild members going about their daily routines brought a sense of comfort, but the weight of her newfound role as an Elemental Guardian settled firmly in her chest. For a moment, she let herself breathe in the familiarity of it all—the warmth of the stone walls, the smell of freshly baked bread coming from the kitchen, the soft chatter of friends sharing stories of their latest quests.
But beneath the surface, Blakely couldn't shake the sense that something was lurking just out of reach, waiting for the right moment to strike.
"Home sweet home!" Maven announced, walking ahead of Blakely and spinning around dramatically. "Back to the land of snacks, naps, and slightly less chaos—unless we count Blakely's naps during combat."
