The air was cold, and the bite of the weather made Lucrezia draw her cloak together. Specks of snow trampled upon her lashes as she looked at the empty hill.
There was nothing. Although, it was far from the saying that since nothing could be seen, nothing felt wrong. She could feel it. The hill remained quiet, yet something about it pressed against the back of her mind.
A raven croaked somewhere above. Lucrezia looked up just in time to see the bird soaring high into the pale sky before gliding toward the direction of the hill.
"…promenade, isn't it?" The rest of the question dawned on her the moment Vespera playfully hit her shoulder from behind.
Lucrezia blinked and turned away from the hill, pulled back into the warmth and noise of the fair. "W-What?"
"How often do you lose yourself in daydreams?" She asked instead, and Lucrezia's face warmed in embarrassment. "If I'm not wrong, this happened to be the third time,"
"Forgive me, I was rather preoccupied by the
