A few hours after being rejected, Feng wandered aimlessly through the strange, sprawling territory that now served as Quinlan's stronghold. Her arms were loose next to her sides, her feet kicked at loose stones, and her brows furrowed hard enough to rival mountain ranges.
Trailing behind her was Lyra, the mute shadow assigned to protect her.
"Stupid…" Feng mumbled under her breath, kicking another rock with more force than necessary. Her eyes shimmered.
But as she was busy cursing Quinlan out of this world, the girl's steps slowed as suddenly she found herself standing near Rosie's majestic fairytale-like tree.
That wasn't what made her stop, however. Beneath the tree's sprawling branches, sitting with her back against the trunk, was Iris.
That same cold-eyed, battle-worn woman Feng had briefly seen once before when she entered Quinlan's Soul Realm alongside his lovers. She had her big, black blade resting against her shoulder, battle-ready even in her sleep.
