No one knows what Zeke Veridian is thinking.
There's no objection from anyone, in fact, they've been looking forward to it for a long time.
But thinking that tonight it's not them, there's a bit of disappointment.
Luna Sutton calmly took a bite of grilled fish, ignoring the glances, deliberate or accidental, cast by a few men.
Zeke Veridian threw a handful of wild onions into the stone pot, extinguished the fire underneath, then turned and walked out of the cave as quickly as if escaping.
"Where are you going?"
Luna called out to him.
His back stiffened, voice tight, "To wash my face."
Malachi Arcanus let out a chuckle: "Didn't you wash it earlier when you were catching fish?"
Zeke Veridian whipped around, a Wind Blade whisking past Malachi's scalp, chopping off a lock of his hair.
Luna watched Zeke's red ear tips and suddenly found it quite amusing.
Usually so cool and sharp-tongued, yet so pure-hearted?
Suddenly felt like teasing him a bit.
