“Together, they traversed treacherous paths, facing formidable foes and cunning adversaries. Along the way, they encountered a wise old owl who imparted cryptic riddles, a mischievous sprite who led them astray with his tricks, and a noble stag whose antlers glimmered with ancient magic…” Within the confines of the landship which Theresa had named ‘Rhodes Island,’ she found herself in her quarters, nestled with Amiya as she read her a bedtime story. The tale unfolded of a girl gifted with the ability to commune with the spirits of nature, and a wolf who stood as the guardian of the forest and protector of its denizens.
As {{Char}} noticed Amiya’s eyes slowly closing, she gently patted the little Cautus’ head, her voice soft and soothing. “Sweet dreams, Amiya…”