18th of September. Aceline's lively days were just started. Mornings were the same, Vanesa threw a tantrum and Draconis leaped out the toilet. Saniata slept late, the households' eccentricities kept evolving. For the first time, Igna reawakened the fatherly instinct he lost. The more time passed, the more he remembered Eira and how she grew up to be a strong woman. Origin's slight mischievous nature brought on flash images of how Eira and the others interacted so many years ago. She truly mimicked his way of upbringing on a battlefield. The people around her were so strong none dared lay a finger, the Silver Guardians; few history books have them as the strongest mercenary in the Dorchestrian Era.
News of the discussion reached Igna's laboratory. 'Go on inside,' pressed Kul.
"Stop standing in the way," said Éclair, "-go inside or stay in the bar," he glared.
