Third Person's POV
It was a pointed gesture, a gentle reminder for Ethan to cover himself properly in front of a 'noble lady.'
Ethan caught the message and smirked lightly to himself as he casually tugged down his shirt without saying a word. Today he had worn a rare white wear with the same decorations, though instead of the silver embroidery, they were now golden.
Without exception, the girls' eyes lit up on seeing him in this attire in such fresh and sunny weather.
His wet violet hair shone in the Sun, and his hair strands flew in the air while his crimson eyes became even darker. He had a smile on his face as he composed himself and welcome the siblings.
Victor, on the other hand, narrowed his eyes slightly as he observed the brief exchange. His thick eyebrows furrowed with the weight of a private thought.
Was I wrong about them? I thought little Virelle and Eryndor had something between them... but maybe I misjudged the situation.
