⚔️Serberia

Beyond the window lay the endless plains of Nakiri. Traveling in that direction, Gulveig hadn't been able to fully appreciate the scenery due to the frantic race they had been forced to undertake. The return route was well-known and planned, so they traveled relatively calmly. Nevertheless, the sunny landscape outside, the spring in full bloom, did not match the girl's mood at all, and therefore did not resonate with her. What would suit her now was the strong howling of the wind through the cracks in the carriage.
The closer it got to May 1st, the more another fact tormented the girl: her father's birthday was coming up soon, and he would have to spend it not with his family, and the event was clearly spoiled by the recent and extremely upsetting parting with her adopted brother. However, the girl managed to acquire a bottle of local arak at the market a little in advance. On the holiday itself, but not in the morning, she took it out and gave it to Gungnir.
“I understand that the time is… But you can't get something like this every day, right? Happy birthday, Father Gungnir. I'm sorry that I have to celebrate it on the road. And once again… Thank you for everything,” she tried to smile as she said the last sentence, but didn't quite succeed. “Days go by, the world around us changes, and we change too. I wish that all of this will always be for the better.”
“If not now, then at least in the future.”