"Since you're not interested in what I'm saying, let's talk about something you are interested in," Shiayar said.
"For a girl of your age… let me think, is it dress-up dolls, romance novels, or decorative Pet Beasts?"
"Why do you want to save me?" Enola asked.
"Does saving someone need a reason? Aren't you my friend?"
Enola shook her head slightly, "I had many who I thought were friends back home, but when the beast tide struck, they all just thought about saving themselves; none of them considered saving me."
Shiayar paused slightly in his step, "A young girl like you shouldn't be all caught up in Chanting Flowers and Courting Butterflies, believing the world is a big, beautiful family filled with truth, kindness, and beauty, right?"
Enola did not respond but simply lifted her azure blue eyes to look up at the boy's profile.
"All right, all right, I admit I've got my own selfish reasons too," Shiayar sighed.
