The days following the council meeting were a whirlwind of activity. Amara and her companions had ignited a movement, and it was gaining momentum across Vaelenor. However, with the growing support came an increasing tide of challenges. Whispers of dissent echoed in the streets, and some factions grew bolder in their opposition to the proposed changes.
One evening, as the sun dipped below the horizon, casting a golden hue over the city, Amara gathered with Kirin, Seraphina, and Morgana in their usual meeting place—a quiet glade at the edge of the forest. The soft rustle of leaves surrounded them, providing a comforting backdrop as they plotted their next steps.
"We need to address the dissenters head-on," Kirin said, his brow furrowed in concern. "The traditionalists are not going to back down. They see our movement as a threat, and that fear will only grow if we don't engage with them."
