At last, I possess plenty to liberate us from this place!

Yvana gently closed her eyes and wrapped her arms tightly around her daughter,

holding her close to her chest. With a sense of calm and comfort, she savored the

warmth of her daughter’s body against her own. The moment felt precious and intimate

as if time had stopped and nothing else mattered except the bond between mother and

child.

If everything goes accordingly then we can start our new lives together!

As the first light of dawn illuminated the surroundings, Tuille witnessed a magnificent transformation in her mother. She stood by her side, radiating newfound joy and a sense of freedom. Overwhelmed by the sheer bliss of their unending togetherness, Tuille reveled in the enchantment of her mother's release from the toils of labor.

I like it when Mommy’s happy, I want Mommy to stay like this forever!

The young child nestled upon the polished wooden floor, her mother tenderly smoothing her locks before deftly dividing them into twin strands. With a touch as delicate as a whisper, the mother intertwined each wisp, creating a tapestry of braids that cascaded down her daughter's back, eventually coalescing into twin celestial orbs adorning her crown. "Dearest one, does the melody of hunger beckon? Shall we seek a feast fit for royalty?"

“ Mommy, do you mean I get to follow you outside?”

Yvana nods.

I can’t believe Mama letting me go outside with her!

Tuille's heart danced with unbridled joy as she gazed out at the extraordinary world before her. Her eyes shimmered with the enchantment of the land beyond, and a radiant smile graced her lips. Her delicate, ethereal wings quivered in delight, perfectly mirroring the movement of her hands as they clasped together in pure rapture, embracing the magic of the moment.

“Yippee!”

It is a riddle unsolved, the enigmatic prowess that dwells within Tuille's essence. A being of dual heritage, a fusion of fairy and mortal realms, defying the norms of existence. The veils of mystery shroud her origins, hinting at a destiny woven from threads of both worlds. What fate awaits this extraordinary child, straddling the realms of reality and enchantment?

Yvana delved into experiments with herbs and ointments, weaving a tapestry of trials and errors until she birthed the perfect elixir. This potion, a concoction of secrecy, had the power to cloak her daughter's abilities and veil her wings for an extended span. "Dearest, before we venture forth, a special ointment for your wings," she whispered, spinning a tale of strength awaiting their return, masking the truth within her words.

Tuille's brow furrowed as a storm of disapproval brewed within her. It was evident from her expression that she was deeply unhappy with the situation.

“ B-but….it hurts so much. I don’t like it when you put that stuff on me.”

“My dearest, behold, this shall be the final time, I pledge upon my very essence and it will fill me with so much joy if you do.”

With a graceful gesture, Yvana lifted the delicate jar of ointment from the table and unfurled its cap. Her fingertips caressed the refreshing balm within, which she then delicately brushed onto her daughter Tuille's ethereal wings.

As Tuille had been waiting eagerly for this moment to go outside, she closed her eyes

and took a deep breath. But as soon as the ointment contacted her delicate wings, a

sharp, burning sensation spread throughout her body, causing her to grit her teeth and

clench her fist. Despite the pain, Tuille remained still, knowing it was a necessary step.

Yvanna noticed her daughter’s discomfort, and spoke softly to her, reassuring her that

agony would subside soon enough.

"It's going to hurt for just a little while longer, but you're doing great. I'm really proud of you. You see, it wasn't as bad as you thought, right?"

“ Mommy, where is yours?”