The next two days went by peacefully, she isolated herself to her cabin and spent her days reading and leisurely spending her time with Elias and Lorren she felt somewhat more at ease.
As the third day dawned, the air grew thicker with anticipation. The crew bustled about, preparing for their imminent arrival in Forsythia. Isolde emerged from her cabin, her steps steady and her eyes clear, the seasickness finally conquered. She found Elias and Lorren on deck, their faces turned towards the horizon, where the first hints of the city's silhouette began to emerge.
"Isolde!" Elias called out, his voice warm with genuine affection. "You're just in time. Look!" He pointed towards the horizon, where the faint outline of Forsythia's towers and spires began to take shape against the dawn's light. Lorren turned to her, a soft smile playing on his lips. "It's quite a sight, isn't it?"
