"Astrid, where are we going now?"
The cool evening breeze fluttered the hem of her dress, swaying the pale white little flowers embroidered on Lyra's skirt. The girl pressed her smooth legs, sheathed in white silk stockings, together. Her naturally bent knees stretched the delicate fabric, turning the pure milky white into a faint pink hue, appearing even smoother under the moonlight.
"First to the east gate of Losterling City. That's the closest point to the moon," Astrid said.
In this other world, just like in her past life, the moon rose in the east and set in the west. It wasn't yet midnight, so the eastern side was indeed the nearest to the silver moon, though compared to actual spatial distance, this difference was dismissed.
Hearing Astrid's words, Lyra nodded slightly, her hands instinctively moved to the front of the Broom, fingers gripping firmly.
