Startled, I froze, my eyes widening in both surprise and fear. I recognized the voice immediately. It was Zephyr, his tone betraying his irritation at my persistence. I swallowed hard, my heart pounding in my chest, and slowly turned around to face him.
In the dim moonlight that managed to seep through the dense canopy, I saw Zephyr's face, illuminated by a mischievous smirk. His eyes, usually warm and welcoming, now held a glint of danger. The sword he held against my neck was not meant to cause harm, but it served as a stern warning.
"I... I..." I stammered, struggling to find the right words. Afterall Zephyr is a nutjob who wouldn't hesitate to kill me if I seemed like a threat to him.
"I... I was just... curious," I managed to utter, my voice trembling.
Zephyr went silent for a brief movement, before he released his grip on the sword and took a step back, his expression softening slightly. "Curious?" he repeated, his tone more curious than confrontational now.
