As they approached the weeping willow, a small figure slowly stepped out from beneath it.
Dressed from head to toe in black and leaning on a crooked old stick, she stood waiting for their approach.
"Sheharazalea and Ameleana... what a welcome surprise. And you bring a guest, how lovely, how lovely. How is your father, my dear?"
Zalea approached the old lady and gently hugged her before offering her prettiest smile, "He is very well... very well."
"You were never very good at hiding the truth, my dear. He may well be in good health, but your sister's disappearance sits dreadfully on his heart. As it does yours, my dear, as it does yours. But I have some news. I can tell you she is alive and well... and, I do believe her heart is somewhat lighter. She has friends. So please, worry not ab
