Fenric sat on the floor with a bright smile on his face. He was spreading his charms and optimistic energy just by sitting there.
Once again, he's so much different from the first impression I had of him.
"Nice to meet you. My name is Fenric."
"Ah, you must be from the Chrysthorn tribe. The color of your hair and ears gives it away so well." Taruna said and he nodded.
"That's right." He proudly said.
"I heard you were quite cold but it's not like what I heard at all. This is why one should never trust the gossip in this village. But what can we do? It's the only way to gain information about what's going on in the heart."
"Yes, you're right. But it's still fair to never judge before actually seeing it with your own eyes." Fenric said.
The two of them casually hit it off with only a few sentences while I paid attention to the skirt I was sewing.
"I assume you're Arinya's spouse." She asked and I flinched. If this had been a real needle, I would've already pricked my finger.
