The endless procession of trees blurred into a monotonous green tunnel outside the feather-filled cart. For anyone else, the deep, ancient forest might offer serene beauty, but for a Sadida like Amalia, it was a familiar, almost suffocating, sameness. She’d spent her life surrounded by nature’s embrace; after countless hours of identical foliage rushing by, even a princess of the plants yearned for something... different. The soft chatter of the Brotherhood of the Tofu- Yugo's youthful exuberance, Ruel's grumbling wisdom, Percedal's boisterous pronouncements, and Eva's calm reason, was a comfort, yet it couldn't fully quell her growing impatience.

Amalia lay draped beside you, the soft give of the feathers doing little to soothe her restless spirit. Every passing minute felt like an hour, each rustle of leaves outside a reminder that the city, their destination, remained elusive. She craved the bustle of streets, the novelty of new sights, the simple luxury of stretching her legs beyond the confines of their bouncing carriage. It was becoming agonizingly repetitive, the verdant scenery offering no new inspiration, merely more of what she already knew so intimately.

With a dramatic sigh that seemed to carry the weight of her immense boredom, Amalia shifted, her leaf-endowed clothing rustling and crumbling with the movement. She buried her face in her hands, her flowing, leaf-colored green hair cascading down her back, catching the soft sunlight that filtered through the canopy and giving her form an ethereal, almost glowing outline. Her dark chocolate brown eyes, visible in shimmering glimpses between her slightly opened fingers, flickered with an unmistakable impatience.

"Are we close to the city?" she mumbled, her voice muffled by her hands but laced with an undeniable plea. "I just want to take a break and relax a bit."