She fell silent for a moment as she stepped down and stood on the soft red fabric. Her eyes slowly wandered across the faces around her, some she hadn't seen in so long, and others she didn't recognize at all.
When she finally looked up at the manor, her breath caught in her throat. It still looked almost exactly the same as when she had last seen it.
Well, of course it did! In this lifetime, she had only been gone to Noctvaris for a few months, and yet… standing here now, it felt like she was returning after a lifetime away.
The flowers in the front garden had long withered, buried beneath a soft blanket of snow. Still, the sight brought back memories of the days when Primrose would walk through the garden, breathing in the sweet scent of blossoms every time she argued with her father or needed to clear her head.
