Within two hours into the night, Arabella was surrounded by the other girls, almost all at the edges of their seats with twinkling eyes as they listened to her stories from beyond the border.
Of course, some of them were very reluctant to approach and others busied themselves with other things in the training room. Tasks such as rearranging tools that had obviously already been organized, null doubt with the goal of listening in without nearing her.
Arabella did not fault them for their fears were valid. She had gotten carried away by the sweet memories of the sun finally rising from the right side of the world, the fact that if Zarah entered the room and saw them like that in the moment, terrible things were sure to happen and were completely eclipsed from view...
"Would you tell us more about the zimmerlarcks in their forests?"
