They were free now -- they were not prisoners as they once had been. They had a home, and their leader was a woman that had treated her family with nothing but respect when she had lived in her Kingdom previously. For so long, Ara had felt as though she could not leave the borders of her home, mostly confined to her den with Novel and the boys, when they were willing to keep them company. There had been little room for much more than the menial tasks that made up everyday life.
But today, she could roam. The land near the delta was fertile and herbs sprouted along the shoreline that led to the ocean. A childlike sense of wonder filled her heart as she sprinted along the side of the flowing river, eager to stretch her limbs and wander, to take in the sweet scent of spring flowers and the subtle salty scent of the ocean that mingled together perfectly. It was a beautiful day, and she was certain she could bring something useful home; and at the very least, at least she knew she could find something pretty to bring back to Novel.
