The air outside carried the scent of wet earth and pine.
A lazy breeze wandered through the village, making the leaves rustle like whispers trading secrets.
Kael stepped out of the house, his hand resting idly on the doorframe as he took a deep breath.
Inside, he had nothing to do.
Evethra had said she was going to help Lyra and then do her job, and Lyra —well, she was already working, so now he was free.
So, now, as he stood there, the sunlight brushed over his hair, gold on black, and his eyes—draconic, molten-gold eyes—narrowed slightly in thought.
He had meant to do something last night.
But, well… the night had taken a different turn.
Now, with the day already well on its way, he decided to take a walk through the village—to see how things had settled since the system's establishment, and to finally finish what he'd planned to do last night before everything got heated.
Without a word, he started walking.
The village was alive in quiet, industrious rhythm.
