MIRA
I flinch and summon fire magic to the tips of my fingers, not knowing what to expect, but Derrien puts his hand on my shoulder to calm me down.
“You can trust him,” he says and I see lord Brandon Sevill, the one whom Morgan likes, getting out of our carriage with an amused face.
“And here I am worried sick for my best friend!” he chuckles eyeing us both up and down, the huge embarrassing torn slit of my dress that I’ve made yesterday during fighting doesn’t escape his gaze, “And there you are, not giving a care in the world.”
“We got into a trap,” Rien steps in front of me, delicately covering my dress.
“Then I guessed that right!”, the other gerdian smirks, “Poor souls! Piles of ashes everywhere tell me that somehow you managed just fine. Maybe even overdid it a bit.”
