The jet engines hummed softly, a gentle background to Solstace and Crimson's silence. Each lost in thought; they sat apart, the tension unspoken but palpable. The scent of rich leather and polished wood filled the cabin. Beyond the window, clouds rolled like a frothy sea under the plane's silvery wings, painting a dreamscape against the azure sky.
Crimson tapped her fingers on the armrest, her gaze distant. Will finding Dimitri shake Solstace? she mused quietly, a frown creasing her brow. Crimson studied Solstace's stoic profile, pondering the loneliness that must cling to the last of his kind.
Finally, unable to resist the magnetic pull of her curiosity, Crimson spoke, leaning in. "Hey, Mr. Grumpy," Crimson teased with a half-smile, "care to spill some secrets?" She paused, biting her
