When we reached the castle's main gate, Croana, walking a little ahead, stopped Raide and Roy with one hand, turned her face, and looked at us sideways.
Her clothes now were a gothic-lolita style dress Fia had made, with few frills. The skirt spreading softly in the wind, together with her stance, was cool and cute at once.
Before she became my lover Croana often wore one-piece dresses that did not emphasize her chest. I remembered that.
Lately she had started wearing the kind that cinched under the bust and pushed her chest forward. It suited the large breasts that did not match her small body.
Her hair, long enough to almost touch the ground, floated as if it had a will, curling and drifting to guard her back. I almost wanted to take it in my hands.
She smiled like a mischievous child while glancing at us, then dropped the hand that had stopped us.
Roy and I tilted our heads, not getting it. Croana laughed under her breath with a happy face.
