My head popped up from the lake, my white hair looking nearly translucent in its wet state, and started to swim towards the shoreline. The Veela Homestead had somewhat recovered from the attack. The Veela had already mourned the loss of their clanmates but hadn’t quite started the restoration fully. The only parts that have are the ones I helped with when I gave here two days ago. There would be another funeral at the Veela Conclave where the Veela would be given a final warrior’s goodbye. 