Ball brushed the dust from her mini skirt, the faint shimmer of her wings catching the soft glow from the campfire nearby.
The night air was calm— but it carried whispers, unspoken thoughts, and quiet suspicion. She tucked a loose strand of her red hair behind her ear, her mind still lingering on her talk with Valkyrie. That strange necklace, those flickering markings on her skin. Ball didn't understand them, but she could tell something wasn't right.
She decided to give Valkyrie some space and benefit of the doubt. The girl looked exhausted, haunted even. Ball didn't want to push further— she respected silence when words felt too heavy.
Her boots brushed against the dirt path as she turned to leave.
Across the campfire, Soda and Lily was still chatting and looking around, the flames painting their faces in flickering orange. Lily was fiddling with a twig, lost in thought. Soda, on the other hand, wasn't looking at the fire. Her gaze was fixed on Ball, watching her every move.
