= Amara =
“A temple? No—we don’t have a temple here, Luna.”
Caryl’s response was immediate, almost dismissive, as if the idea itself was out of place. I let out a slow, weary sigh, rubbing my thumb along the edge of the map. I still hadn’t grown used to the way she addressed me.
Luna.
The title wasn’t unfamiliar—I’d carried it long enough to know its weight—but hearing it from someone I’d only known for a handful of days felt strange. Stranger still because she was Veyrath. The word sounded different on her tongue, like it didn’t quite belong there.
“Then what’s this?” I asked, lifting my hand and pointing to a small, carefully drawn symbol on the map.
It was easy to miss if you weren’t looking closely—a modest sketch tucked between marked territories. But above it, written in deli
