Newcomer Arrival(3)

In the serene embrace of the night, a tranquil hush hung in the air, undisturbed by the veil of darkness that enveloped the surroundings. Amidst this ethereal stillness, a myriad of tiny orbs floated weightlessly, casting a radiant glow over the campsite, illuminating its contours with gentle luminosity.

As the young girl gracefully descended to the earth, her feet gracefully touching the ground, she greeted the people before her with a wave of her hand, her voice carrying a soft cadence that instilled a sense of peace within those who heard it.

Yet, her eyes widened ever so slightly upon beholding the boy and his retinue standing in her path. The young lad offered a modest bow, while his maids curtseyed, their heads respectfully inclined. However, their demeanor seemed to incense the soldiers, including Vesta, as it appeared to reflect a lack of reverence toward the royal family. Only the mercenaries observed the scene with bemused smiles etched upon their faces.