Grass crunched beneath her feet as steps led her deeper into the darkening gardens. The sky donned its pinkish coat, announcing the arrival of a new night.
The air was indeed not as cold as the previous day and thus just sweet on her skin. Edgar had hours since concluded with his tasks and so, Arabella did not expect any soul to cross her path out there.
However, two silhouettes in the distance caught her full attention. It only took her a few steps ahead to distinguish the two people holding each other's hands.
Estrid stood facing one of the tributes, beneath one of the great trees that surrounded the pond. If memory served Arabella right, her name was Evina,
The two women had their eyes shut and were simultaneously mumbling something that was out of Arabella's earshot.
That remained the case until, the distance between them was cut to a small number of feet.
"May the will of the great Nokkah be with you," said Estrid.
"And with you," retorted Evina.
