Marie wished Viella a good journey before curling up on the bed to read the second book she had started on the journey there.
Viella closed the door behind her, then went to see if she could find the oak tree Caspian spoke of. On the way, she admired every corner and carved wood piece attached to the wall. She loved the details on them, always telling the same story she recognized ever since she arrived there.
The great elf warrior who killed all the dragons to save the world.
When Viella stepped out of the dorm's entrance, she turned on her heels, feeling the wind on her face and hair. It felt as if she were a bird finally free from her cage. Albeit a string was tied to her leg, the little room for freedom really felt exhilarating.
