XXIV. In Absentia
A padded exhale rushed from the door locks of the compact jet as four placid creatures calmly stood at the exit.
In front was a moderately tall woman with dark amber hair that fell neatly to her shoulders. The shimmering brown curls were identical to the hazel orbs staring down towards her feet.
At each leg of the noticeable beauty was a small child with similar features.
The woman and her two children inched near the cliffside’s edge, fully observant of the vast city buried underneath in fog and smoke.
“Look, Mama, clouds!” one of the young boys shouted, pointing in the distance.
“Yes, Ovid. They are certainly interesting, aren’t they?!” a firm, statuesque man said as he descended from the ship.
“The stoic figure had a full black beard tinged with gray strea
