Epilogue
Flone Village heralded the arrival of spring before any other land on the continent. Spring was in full bloom at the foot of the local mountain, with countless flowers already unfurling their vibrant petals.
Nestled just in the mountain's shadow was a two-story cabin that was just beginning to witness the shy buds of wildflowers crawling up its fence. The side of the roof still in perpetual shadow still bore a dusting of snow, a testament to the stark difference in temperature.
“Look, Mrs. Crochuet! Ronya caught a frog!”
“It must’ve just woken up,” Lysithea said, admiring the creature from afar.
“Look! It’s wriggling. I bet it’s trying to escape!”
Located just at the entrance of the mountain path, the cabin was set amidst an open meadow, which seemed to bring the village’s children to their doorstep like moths to flame. They were doubtlessly drawn to the kind and pretty woman who was always ready to play with them between lessons.
