Hearing the long note of a horn drifting from behind the fog, Brando let out a long breath. He said nothing, merely turned around and left the lingering horn call behind as he walked down the dune.
Malocha also turned its head for a glance before trotting after him. Behind him, Fias finally stopped talking. White Mist stared at the little creature in surprise, wondering what kind of mighty force could make a fae fall silent.
"Will we come back again?" Fias asked.
"Perhaps." White Mist paused, finally understanding what the little creature was worried about. "But after today, everything may change beyond recognition. If we can defeat the Twilight Dragon, then by the time we return to Shallow Gray Bay, what we see may no longer be the same scene we see today."
"Time never turns back. Once you leave your homeland, you can never return to it again." Malocha spoke with deep emotion. It remembered the time it had left Shallow Gray Bay. When it returned thousands of years later, the familiar faces it saw were no longer there.
"Ah." Fias sighed.
Even the usually cheerful little fae seemed somewhat sorrowful, and for a while, the entire party's mood grew rather gloomy.
Fortunately, she soon recovered and tossed her earlier melancholy aside. "But we'll always meet lots of new friends, won't we?"
Lute, sitting on Brando's shoulder, gave her a look as if she were an idiot.
"Speaking of which, what made you think of that?" White Mist asked Fias curiously. In her eyes, the little fae seemed utterly carefree, and she had rarely seen her focus on anything in particular.
"I'm missing Miss Tata a little." Fias thought for a moment before answering seriously.
"Miss Tata?" White Mist was surprised. "Lady Tilyass, do you like her very