Dust motes danced in the shafts of light streamed through the grand windows, illuminating the ancient texts scattered across the Moondance Pack’s library table, their worn covers and faded pages whispering of forgotten mysteries.
Amara and Eliza, with eyes gleaming with pride, watched as Lila, Rowan, Seraphina, Sloan, and Aurora gathered around the table, each leaning in with eager anticipation, their faces illuminated by the warm afternoon sunlight.
“Look at this,” Lila traced the faded illustration, her fingers moving lightly. It depicted a cluster of figures adorned with various brooches and pendants, each intricately designed and distinct piece.
“The depth of knowledge Solstace has shared with us is amazing,” Lila said.
Eliza and Amara nodded.
Rowan leaned over her shoulder, he
