If you glanced inside to the villa, it was a flurry of chaos and noise. Silverskies was slumped on a couch, her brow furrowed with worry. She had sleepless bags under her eyes, the silver streaks in her hair were more pronounced, and her skin was even paler than usual. The goddess definitely didn't look like she had just returned from a relaxing vacation to a tropical island. As she listened to the chaotic sounds, shouts, and movements of nymphs and servants hauling and unpacking suitcases, gusts of frigid wind whirled around her and lightning flickered at her hands.
Rather than help or at least stay out of the way, the giant flying squirrel bounded around underfoot, tracking muddy pawprints around the polished marble floors and tripping nymphs who staggered under towering piles of clothes, trunks, and luggage.
Nimbus was perched on top of the couch where Silverskies was sitting, preening his glossy black feathers and ignoring everyone around him.
Surprisingly, Eglantine was there, too. She stood next to Silver, whispering into her ear and making gestures with her hands.
Skylight was sitting on a nearby window ledge, sharpening her knives and occasionally glancing out the window.
As for Wind Weaver.... well, she was nowhere to be found.
Silverskies just nodded to Eglantine, but seemed distracted. But her attention suddenly was to the front doors of the villa, in your direction, and she called,"Is anyone there? If so, please do come in." Do you enter?
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