Rolla, a lovely aunty, she embraced Byu as her own, raising her in the smoky aroma of her bakery, nestled among Odanam’s volcanic plains. She taught Byu the art of kneading dough, her small wings dusted with flour, while shielding her from the land’s turmoil. Rolla’s home became a haven, its warmth mirroring the geysers outside, and Byu thrived under her aunt’s love, unaware of her parents’ sacrifice or her destined sister, Thee. Tarngin and Idayaj returned to Iragan, their hearts heavy but their lips sealed, carrying Odanam’s soil secrets and the unspoken tale of Byu, back to their village. 🧡Little did they know that years later, Thee’s birth under miraculous snow would mark the next chapter, her orange feathers a distant echo of Byu’s golden grace, their paths yet to intertwine.