'Vivere vec regrettis estretta vivere vec tristis.'
To live with regret is to live with sorrow.
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Breakfast ends in silence. No, not the unbearable kind- rather, that comfortable quietness. Kiora's first meal sits soundly in her stomach. Despite her plate's heavy assortment, she thanks the tea for adding balance. Kiora assists her matra in clearing the dishes. The two decide to venture outside. Lilythe's face beams in excitement as she leads her to the backyard.
Once outside, Kiora regards a beautiful path. As her gaze trails along the stepping stones, the young Daemik notices a golden fence. Kiora's new robes flow gently in the breeze. Her feet walk with ease in her sandals. She links arms with her matra and proceeds along the trail. Kiora's nose perks up from the aroma of roses. During her time in the Infernum, Kiora has yet to greet a more pleasing scent.