Leaving the restaurant, the sky had unknowingly become overcast.
Thick clouds obscured the once bright moon, leaving the streets illuminated only by the faint white light emitted by crystallized stones.
Feeling the heavy moisture in the air, Lyra took out her umbrella.
Just as she was about to open it, she saw Astrid shake her head indicating it wasn't necessary.
The woman gently touched her hair ribbon and chanted a spell for wind protection, her clear voice mixed with the sharp clicks of her high heels, sounding exceptionally pleasant.
The sound of the rain fell continuously, the drops of water were blown away before they could touch the hair or clothes, falling onto the ground at the side of the shoes, splashing up a weak spray.
After a short walk, Astrid and Lyra boarded the carriage back to the palace.
The latter sat quietly, eyes looking down at the wooden floor, while the former was still thinking about the events of the evening and their potential impact.
