Rosalinda Dam once again felt the call of the wizard assembly, which filled this wizard's wife, traveling south with her husband towards Carterburg, with glory—she had been invited consecutively, a rare opportunity even within the wizarding world, one that many of Eighth and even Ninth Order did not have the luck to experience.
She walked through the pitch-black corridor, gazing towards the distant exit with confidence. Last time, she and her beloved had found redemption, and this time, she was determined to accomplish the task assigned by Malin… no, by His Excellency the Star Observer.
As she neared the exit, Rosalinda heard the humming of a Domestic Fairy.
Hmm, a Domestic Fairy?
When Rosalinda was young, there were such creatures in her family. These little fairies often hummed songs in a low Elvish tongue, incomprehensible to many aside from their own kind, but... she was very fond of them, for they were the only beings she could communicate with at home besides her mother.
