Later that day;
At the Night Clan compound;
Azzy walked through the veiled forest paths until he stood at the wooden gates of a modest estate. The guards recognized him and bowed without a word, and Azzy passed through.
There, in the garden, Avia sat under the shade of a dark maple tree, a little girl, about 3 years old, sitting by her feet, playing with a set of moon-carved figurines. The child's hair was jet black, and her bright, curious eyes stared up at Azzy with a mix of awe and innocence.
"Lord Garcia?" Avia stood, surprised but not entirely caught off guard. She greeted him with a bow
The little girl peeked from behind her. Azzy bent slightly, meeting the child's gaze with a smile. "The little princess is still shy?"
"I'm not shy," she said, clutching her toy.
Avia caressed the child's head and apologized. "I'm sorry."
Azzy chuckled, taking out a plush toy shaped like a duck. "Here, your new present."
