**Interstellar—Mofjell**
Ember's initial feeling of exhaustion managed to disappear into thin air as she settled yet pressing matters that morning.
Whether it was her predicament the night before, or her reservations towards the Queen over what happened… she no longer felt any of the pressures those thoughts usually came with. Just a certain kind of freeness that had her walking to the Queen's garden where the noble ladies on the invite of the Queen had gathered at.
And amongst them was none other than Aunt Nyra who sat away from the bustling crowd of women who were gathered at a table and admiring one of the Queen's rare flowers.
"Aunt Nyra!" She exclaimed, walking towards the woman who was daintily fanning herself despite the fact it was still cold by that time of the morning.
Nyra was as dazzling as ever. Lips, a light red that contrasted with her bright, clear skin. Her brown eyes crinkled with mischief while she beckoned on Ember.
