After a month — Mid Sector 99.
On the third floor of a grand palace, its balcony yawned open as though one of the very walls of the mansion had been torn away and discarded, Aro and his wife sat together in heavy silence. The open space let the wind sweep through, carrying with it the scents of moss, water, and flowering vines.
Flora absentmindedly nibbled on a bowl of snacks while her eyes wandered outward, drinking deeply from the planet's natural beauty. The palace itself had been raised on the edge of a hidden paradise, one that looked as though it had been stolen from the dreams of the gods — a glistening waterfall thundered down at its heart, mist curling like silver smoke, while lush emerald banks stretched outward in every direction. In such a scene, rainbows never seemed to fade from the horizon, and the atmosphere itself seemed forever colored with cheer, untouched by grief or shadow.
