In the wake of Ronan and Scindo's clash, the soft wind blew calmly on the grassy hills.
Day had begun to break, but as the group traveled on towards The Temple of the Seahorse, they could still hear the festive cheers and praise ringing out from within the stone walls.
Ike nudged Clove and gave her a soft smile.
“And I thought the Butterflies knew how to throw a good party," he said.
The morning sun that was the same color of rust on an ancient blade had begun to edge over the night's dark clouds, and the lighting made the smirk Clove returned to Ike exceptionally beautiful.
She grabbed his hand, knowing that the two of them together would give each other the strength to tackle whatever awaited them ahead.
Maritza had made a timid attempt for Ronan's hand too, though she didn't
