[The Divine Temple—Library—Lavinia's POV]
I had changed into a flowing white gown, the fabric soft against my skin, glowing faintly under the temple's stained glass light. The High Priest inclined deeply.
"Then I shall leave you, Your Highness," he said, voice respectful.
I nodded once, crisp. "Very well. Thank you, High Priest Eamon."
He smiled faintly and then quietly retreated, the echo of his footsteps fading into the library's solemn hush.
I turned to Sera.
She smiled, saying, "I shall wait here. Take your time—there's no rush."
I smiled softly. "Thank you, Sera."
She nodded and swept toward the door, Solena soaring above her in a graceful arc, feathers glinting like sunlight on steel. Marshi padded silently behind, tail swishing in a rhythm that made the air seem almost alive.
