Morning arrived swiftly, and the gentle sun resumed its position in the sky as usual, casting a serene glow over Winterseed.
The village was tranquil.
Calmer than it had been yesterday and the day before.
There were no midnight cries, no signs of death, and therefore no need for the villagers to gather at the village square to bury any loved ones.
One after another, the villagers stepped out of their houses, exchanging cautious glances with their neighbors, trying to discern if any tragedy had occurred overnight.
They couldn't ask such a question directly, so they studied the expressions of those around them.
After some time, they discovered the good news and couldn't help but recite appreciative prayers to their ancestors.
It was a few minutes past dawn.
Blaze and Rowan strolled along the southern border, where they had gone to check on the livestock.
They walked through the streets, observing every action of the people.
