Kiera's last memory of Minho was a fleeting moment from four years ago when he had accidentally visited Rivendale, just a brief encounter.
Since then, he had become a ghost of memories, a name spoken in hushed tones, a figure who had turned elusive.
"I wonder how much he has changed," Kiera mused aloud, her thoughts racing.
"What about me? How much have I changed?" Ardiel replied, curiosity mingling with a hint of pride in his voice.
"Hmmm, you definitely look taller, I'll give you that," Kiera said, scrutinizing Ardiel's features with a playful tilt of her head.
"But other than that, you still look the same." She paused, her gaze softening as she admitted, "Though, I'd say the most significant changes are in the way you carry yourself and how you speak."
As they approached the valley's barrier, a figure emerged in the distance, a silhouette that gradually took shape.
