Aria Amethyst’s Point of View
The world felt different the next morning.
Not dramatic… just softer. Gentler. Like the air around me had absorbed everything Blue and I shared yesterday—the swimming, the laughter, the teasing, the songs by the fire—and decided to glow a little warmer because of it.
The first thing I felt when I woke up was the weight of the blanket over my shoulders and the faint chill of the morning breeze sneaking past the tent’s zipper. I yawned, stretching my arms upward until my fingertips brushed the canvas ceiling. Outside, I could hear faint rustling—the forest waking up: birds chirping, leaves swaying, the distant trickle of water from the lake.
But there was another sound.
Soft humming.
I blinked, sat up, and peeked outside the tent.
Blue was crouched in fro
