Aquifera and Thassasalin swam silently through the corridors of the Lustridime palace, the distant echoes of the grand feast still lingering in the water around them. The grandeur and opulence that greeted them upon arrival felt like a distant memory as they made their way to the quarters prepared for their group. The arduous voyage and the tense diplomatic negotiations had left them both physically and mentally drained, but another, more ominous shadow hung over their thoughts.
The vigilant finfolk guards had, at last, granted them a moment of solitude as the siblings entered their chambers. Aquifera turned to her brother, her sapphire eyes shimmering with a mix of curiosity and apprehension. "Thassasalin," she murmured, drawing nearer to him, "why do you abstain from partaking in the fe
