This familiar richness of strength and beauty which blended into the cool air strung something inside the youth. Moulin released a weary sigh. Silver eyes brimmed with deep worry. "Though I am well aware of your strength. Is it too soon to test your new abilities?"
I wonder what it would look like in a battle?
Hadrian approached Moulin's back placing a hand on his shoulder. "It is never too soon. One way or another, I will have to use this power."
Pursing his lips, Moulin turned his head to him. He propped his elbow on the desk and rested his chin on his palm. "If you say so… I shall not stop your pursuits but it pains me to even think of separating so soon. I suppose I already knew it would come to this… You are off to lead the frontlines and I? Stuck behind the safety of the fortress walls… "
The Lord blinked, hearing the youth's dejected voice but before he could speak, Moulin snorted. "Lucky you…"
"… Are you sulking?"
