Silver Star
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Katherine Holt
Eve sat quietly by the wide window, propped in a borrowed wheelchair that had become more about caution than necessity. She could walk — she had, stubbornly so — but the truth was, each step still ached. Not just the body, but something deeper. So when Kat had mentioned a short outing, something gentle and quiet just to feel the wind again, Eve hadn't hesitated. She'd said yes before Kat could even finished the sentence.
Now, she waited.
Isari lay draped across her lap like moonlight spun into fur, the Miralune fox half-dozing under the soft rhythm of Eve's fingers moving through her silken coat. The connection between them — still new, still strange — pulsed like a heartbeat in the back of her mind. It wasn't always clear what the little creature was feeling, but Eve could sense the steadiness, the calm. Like the fox had rooted itself in her presence as much as she had in its. And after everything that happened on Zeffo, it was as if that bond had gotten stronger already.
A quiet, steady breath escaped her.
Her eye — the one that remained — drifted across the courtyard beyond the glass. She hadn't stepped outside since returning to the Temple. There was comfort here, in the safety of walls and stillness. But also... immense restlessness. She missed the green. The wind. The real things.
Kat had promised her that, and Eve trusted her to keep her word. She didn't need much today, just a breeze. A leaf falling. A reminder that the world still moved.
And soon, soft footsteps would echo down the hall.
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