She closed the journal, tracing the gold ink one last time. Her chest felt oddly light—like the decision had finally clicked into place.
'It's definitely the one!'
Fluffy spun with quiet joy. "It's got beaches for sun-lovers, ruins for poets, caves for sword-draggers, and dolphin coves for weirdos like Lance. Even the tide can't argue with this choice."
Then her eyes narrowed. 'Can I pick it?'
Fluffy hesitated. "You can. But… you can't say it came from me. System secrecy. You know the rules."
She nodded. 'Then I'll say I found it in a journal. Which… is still technically true.'
"You little liar," Fluffy whispered with a proud sniffle.
She smiled, fingers curling around the parchment.
Azure Bay.
It wasn't just the perfect mix.
It was homey. Soft. Magic without drama.
She stood slowly, rolled the page tight, and tied it with a simple lavender ribbon. Her ribbon. The one her mother tied in her hair the first night she woke in this new world.
Tomorrow, she'd call them all.
