Our steps echoed softly as both Maria and I descended the staircase.
The wooden boards creaked faintly under our weight.
The morning light filtered through the tall windows.
Casting pale beams across the hallway.
But… It did little to chase away the remnants of sleep still clinging to me.
I stole a glance at Maria beside me.
Her hair was slightly messy from just waking up.
Yet, somehow, she carried it with effortless grace.
The way someone does when they don't try to look perfect but end up looking even better for it.
Tiamat followed behind us in near silence.
His large form moving with the quiet efficiency that made him both imposing and strangely comforting.
He never spoke unless it was necessary, and today was no exception.
His footsteps were softer than mine, yet somehow heavier.
As if each step carried a weight of its own.
When we reached the dining room, I saw Kalia moving gracefully between the table and the counter.
