[POV: Solenne]
The sun began its ascent, casting amber light across Haleford's cobbled streets and copper rooftops. From the upper loft window, Solenne watched as distant figures moved through the town square—some with baskets, others with brooms, and many carrying boxes full of artisan goods.
The human world had its quiet, foreign, mundane rhythm, but it was strangely grounding.
Solenne had awoken right before first light, stirred to consciousness by the sorrow and fear that haunted her dreams. Visions of her father's death, of her sacrifice, of waking up alone, having nowhere to go…
A soft knock echoed against the wooden beam of her doorway, bringing her out of her thoughts.
"You decent, girl?" Alde's rough voice called before she peeked in. "I know you've only just settled, but I have something for you."
Solenne turned, nodding curiously. Alde entered, her apron streaked with green smudges and faint ash, a bundle of dried herbs tucked under one arm.
