The evening air refreshed body and soul. Each breath cleansed worry and doubt from weary and burdened travelers. Valla had that ability and perhaps why Papa spent so much time there. To their right, Hyneria’s three moons rose with dignity, casting a warm glow on sea and skin alike. Papa and Kyra walked in silence, if one did not count the symphony of waves bowing at their feet, nature’s red carpet.

“This way Kyra. We don’t want to miss the view from the bridge tonight, a rare three moonrise,” said Papa.

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