Unknown POV:
Nera watched the proceedings, and the only thing she could think of was Lydia.
It had been weeks since she waved her goodbye on that cliff. She wondered how Lydia was doing, if she had found Birdie or not.
The magnificent hall was filled with all the mages that could be gathered on short notice. By obligation, Nera was required to attend. She perched on a window still, her eyes bored, the gold line on her face caught light. She stared at the sea of mages, all of them talking in hushed tones. And all she wanted to do was leave this place.
"The mother has arrived." A loud voice called out. Nera hopped down from the window still and bowed. Everyone else bowed.
"All hail the mother." Their collective voices rose in a cloud of praise.
A young girl of seven, flanked by tw
