On the second night of their journey, they camped beneath a giant tree, perhaps thousands of years old, its roots sprawling everywhere. Viana, physically weary, lay beside the campfire, her mind busy listening to and feeling the life within the forest.
Faylen, sitting opposite her, occasionally tossed twigs into the fire, ensuring it kept burning. "We will reach the outermost border of our settlement by tomorrow afternoon, Your Highness," he said in a soft, unhurried voice. "From there, you will be welcomed by the Elders."
Viana nodded. She was eager to meet Eryndor again, to fully understand the meaning of this 'Forest Blessing,' a truly monumental gift. Her curiosity overcame her fatigue.
She wanted to know if she could master this ability and how she could use it for a greater purpose.
On the third day, Viana woke up feeling refreshed despite only a few hours of sleep. Their horses seemed to move faster, as if knowing their destination was near.
