The witchling marched silently in front of us, not bothering to watch to ensure we followed. I tried to keep my composure about me, knowing we would see my mother during this. She would not miss an opportunity to see my potential weakening.
We stepped out into the hollow, and a forgotten gloominess washed over me. Here, everything was dull, maybe duller than I remembered. There were no brilliant colors or vibrant aesthetics in the hollow. Years ago, after leaving, it took months for my eyes and mind to adjust to the true lucency of the world. I had an ever-present headache until my body had time to adjust to perceive my new world properly.
I could hear Remi shudder behind me. Gentry looked around, confused at my side. I had not told them what to expect when we stepped outside, and I id
