SEHIRA
The sun was radiantly shining all over the sumptuous gardens when the masked girl spotted the distant outlines of her sister and that oddly familiar man that was yet so alien to her at the same time.
All her life, she had seen that sturdy person as an indisputable authority figure. And now, there he sat: Feebly hunched next to Souna with a light blanket thrown over his lap.
As Sehira got closer to the site she halted, biting her lip with indecision, and debating whether to interrupt their private moment or not. The guard posted beside them would spare her from the trouble when he caught sight of her masked face and promptly whispered something into her sister’s ear.
Souna turned towards the direction where she stood, frozen in place. A big grin instantly lighting her features be
