Elara leapt into Sylas, wrapping her arms around his head and pinning down his arms with her legs.
"You're getting too old for this," Sylas said calmly.
"Shut up and accept my love. I've been bored to death. When are you going to take me to see the uni—holy, is that a centaur?!"
Elara's body flickered and she seemed to phase right through Sylas, causing him to raise an eyebrow. But by the time he had turned around, she was already on Old Brama's back.
Old Brama was a bit speechless, but at this point a lot of his former edge had been shaved away. It was hard losing to a kid like Sylas again and again, and it was even harder to pretend as though nothing had changed because of it.
"Elara, get down. Now. Leave the poor man alone," Isolde's voice came from deep within the City Lord's mansion, and Elara's response was quick acceptance followed by a glare right at Sylas.
