It was just past noon when Erik sat comfortably in one of the empty window sills, on the highest floor of the palace. He leaned against the wall, and looked out over the city. One leg dangled outside, the other was pulled up, serving as support for one of his arms.
On his shoulder sat Elora. Across from them, leaning against the wall on the other side of the window, sat Astrid. All three of them looked out over the city. Particularly, they looked at the main gate, leading out into the dense forest.
There, a small group of about ten people was walking out, led by a graceful, mature woman.
"Worried?" Elora asked while looking at Erik gently.
Erik didn't look away from the departing group, even as he parted his lips to speak… and then wryly closed them again.
"Hehe, you can't lie to me!" the fairy chuckled, referring to their bond. Erik instinctively wanted to respond he wasn't worried, but almost immediately realised that wasn't true, and that Elora would know it wasn't.
