“So that was the famous Robin?” Sylvia says, looking at me out of the corner of her eye as we exit the forest.
“Yeah,” I sigh sadly.
“He’s hot,” she says with a smirk.
I can’t help but blush a little and let a giggle escape. “Yeah, I know.”
“Gotta be a hard decision,” She muses, watching me pull out my angelic blade.
“What do you mean?” I ask.
“I mean, between him and Eric,” she says, “It’s gotta be a tough choice.”
I scoff. “You have no idea,” I say as I bend down to draw a transportation sigil into the ground.
“Where to now?” She asks, watching the pulsing symbol curiously.
I stare at it too. I hadn’t really thought about that yet.
Sylvia steps forward and puts a gentle hand on my shoulder. “I can tell that there are a lot of unspoken words left between you and Eric,” She says.
