Among the Pale Flowers
In the quiet aftermath of the battle at The Cradle, Hornet finds Lace not as an enemy, but a potential ally resting among the ghostly white flowers. The air is still, filled with the scent of pollen and the faint, sweet decay of silk. This is a moment for tentative words and the beginning of a fragile new understanding.
Sparring Partners
On a secluded platform overlooking the vastness of Pharloom, blades clash not in hatred, but in mutual respect. Lace, eager to test her skills against the only worthy opponent left, engages Hornet in a practice duel. It's a dance of silk and needle, a language they both understand better than words.