MIRA
We land in some kind of side street and I recognize the architecture of the Akyrian Kingdom’s capital – Astera. Whitestone houses, red rooftops, flowers everywhere… I am home…
“Are you alright, little mage?”, Derrien brushes his palm over my cheek and I realize that I am still in his arms.
“Oh,” I try to push him away.
“What’s wrong?”, he asks.
“What if someone sees us?” I blush.
“And that would be terrible because…?” he looks at me questioningly.
“It is not appropriate behaviour,” I lie. His last words are still circling in my mind. I want to ask him what he meant. Yet somehow too afraid to do it… I don’t want to seem petty... or clingy… And yet the phrase bothers me.
“Don’t worry about anything”, he smiles at me, “Look at the shop window behind you.”
I turn
