The first light of morning was already filtering through the thick foliage of Vollua as Foster slowly emerged from Lïanna's sanctuary. He stretched slowly, still enjoying the sweet fatigue left over from the night spent by her side. This strange sensation of having been, if only for a moment, simply himself - without duty or burden.
But the weight of his responsibilities soon returned. He immediately felt the need to resume his role, the silent authority that all Vollua expected of him.
He quickly crossed the elven city in the direction of the World Tree survivors' quarters. Arriving at Köflik's home, he knocked firmly three times on the door.
Seconds later, the door creaked open. Köflik appeared, his hair in disarray, a thick, unkempt beard giving him the air of one of our own awakened too soon. He grew at the sight of Foster:
- Up and about already? Don't you ever sleep?
Foster had a half-sister: