Silas stretched out his hand and a yellow leaf fell upon his open palm. He took back his hand and stared at the leaf with interest.
It had been four days since they resumed the journey. Now, everyone is used to it . Even Isvendar who usually stayed quiet was now opening up.
She talked a lot with Ice-pick. The conversation was random and unguided. She also got along quite well with Old Gin as they shared the kitchen.
Although Silas had never eaten her cooking, according to Old Gin, it was delicious. He was tempted but it would complicate things.
Before he took a step forward and revealed the deeper meaning of her marriage, he needed to know about her.
Silas crushed the lead and burned it with mana.
"Careful." Ice-pick blew the air to his hands, killing off the small flame.
Silas smiled and flicked his finger at her forehead with moderate speed. She grumbled and stuck out her tongue.
He looked down and dusted off the ashes from his hand.
