Nowaru

- Oh... - Mira was taken aback and sat down on a fur pouf in confusion. - So, my vacation is ruined? What if bandits attack us? What if there isn't any wood on the island? What if pearl barley won't grow there?
Preoccupied with a whirlwind of thoughts, the woman spent the next half hour removing her mask, doing beauty treatments, and choosing clothes and jewelry that matched her new status.
Having fully composed herself and standing ready in front of the mirror in the hallway, Mirabella nodded at her reflection, cleared her head of unnecessary thoughts, and left her dwelling.
- Rosochka! Hey, Rosa, good morning! - she smiled at the concierge. - A messenger was supposed to come to me, did he leave anything, or perhaps did he say where he was going?