The way back to the palace has never been darker than before. I flapped my wings in accordance to a natural beat. I squinted my eyes to see past the dark as the strong winds of the Queen’s Sea carried me in its unnatural and idiosyncratic patterns.
“What do you think of Leo?” Lucia of the Light says, her voice small amongst the winds that rushed past my ears. If it wasn’t for the nightgown, the both of us would have perished from the cold night.
“He’s alright. A little too serious, probably,” I reply to her as she was toying with the stray stands of her hair. She sighed in reply.
“It is true that he is quite serious, but I believe that he has positive traits too,” Lucia says, defending her brother. If they were right next to each other, I would not have thought that they were related in
