The dawn light spilled into the temple, bathing the ancient stones in a warm, golden hue. Morgana rose early, her heart racing with anticipation for the day ahead. She had barely slept, her mind racing through every possible outcome of their meeting with the Elven High Council. Today would be pivotal, and she needed to be at her best.
After dressing in her finest robes—deep green embroidered with silver threads that echoed the colors of the forest—she made her way to the altar, where Solara awaited her. The Keeper's calm presence grounded Morgana, reminding her of the strength that lay within their shared purpose.
"Are you ready?" Solara asked, her eyes sparkling with quiet determination.
Morgana took a deep breath, willing herself to steady her racing thoughts. "As ready as I'll ever be. I just hope the council is willing to listen."
