The rising dawn painted the sky in hues of gold and rose, a silent herald for the day's unfolding tales. After a morning meal shared in warmth, Radhimar, Rania, and Bartasz rose to bid their farewells, duty calling them beyond the threshold of home. At the front door...
"Father, Mother, we shall take our leave now," Radhimar said, his voice soft with affection.
Rania and Bartasz nodded in gentle unison.
"Oh, before I forget, Mother... Raisya wishes to speak with you," Rania added.
"Oh? Has something stirred beneath the surface?"
"I cannot say. Her lips held no explanation," Rania replied, a hint of concern shadowing her voice.
"Is that so... very well, my thanks. I will journey to her side."
"Then, Mother, we entrust all to you," Bartasz said.
"Go safely, my children. Take care."
