Arelle, Spring of Joy

The morning sun kissed the shoreline where foam chased the sand in playful bursts. Arelle spun barefoot across the beach, arms wide, hair tangled with sea breeze and light. Her laughter rang out, carried by the wind like music, bright as bells.

She danced alone, but not lonely—every wave was a partner, every gust of wind a melody. The sea sparkled around her like it was clapping in delight, and her footprints vanished behind her, swallowed by the tide.

Where Ithil watched the dawn in quiet longing, and Liliantine stood tall with sword in hand, always caring and worrying for both sisters, Arelle moved like the world itself had just been born—and she was its first joy.

Some called her Spring of Joy, for wherever she went, laughter followed like a river finding its way to the sea.

And today, the sea laughed with her.