Chapter 15: Flashbacks 1
Thalorin returned to the house a few minutes later, his heavy boots thudding softly against the wooden floor as he stepped inside.
He pulled out a chair and sat down with a quiet sigh, rolling his shoulders to shake off the stiffness from the air.
After finishing their meal, Thalorin and Lyriel exchanged a quick glance before standing up from the table.
Their movements were hurried but not frantic, just the quiet urgency of people who knew they were running late yet still wanted to savor the last moments of a peaceful morning.
Lyriel brushed the crumbs from her dress, tucking a loose strand of golden hair behind her ear. "We should hurry," she murmured, already stepping away from the table. "We’re late as it is."
Alex sat at the dining table with Syrla, still adjusting to the reality of his new life in the elven world.
The morning light filtered through the arched windows, casting soft golden hues across the wooden table where their breakfast plates lay nearly empty.
The air carried a faint scent of herbs and freshly baked bread, but Alex was too preoccupied with his thoughts to notice.
"So, what now?" he asked, leaning back slightly in his chair.
Syrla’s eyes sparkled with excitement as she set down her cup. "Now that you’ve been permitted to stay in the elven world, we can finally go out and explore!"
Her voice was light and full of joy, a stark contrast to the uncertainty Alex still felt.