The living area was cast in the soft, warm glow of the house's evening lights, a quiet sanctuary after a day of chaos.
Ysmeine was curled up on the plush sofa, a data-slate hovering in the air before her, its cool light reflecting in her smoky green eyes. The rich, floral scent of her perfume mixed with the clean pure air, created a fragrance that was uniquely home.
She was looking at a message from Athea, about how apparently, someone new was in on the secret about Zaeryn's existence, and it just brought a frown to her face.
The circle kept on growing, and she didn't know when it was going to stop before he got in trouble because of that. But the good news was that according to Athea, she had taken care of it.
Just then, Zaeryn appeared on the top of the stairs, and the frown lines etched by Athea's message smoothed away instantly. She immediately navigated from the message and pretended like she was looking at something else through the media.
