"Different," commented Miira, "-I didn't expect such a level of craftmenship."
"Don't be surprised," he guided the goddess, passed halls, turned to pick the scenic route until an arching doorway. Here, locked behind a thick curtain, Igna softly passed the latter, clicked the lock, and pushed. A warm breeze burst, catching Miira's outfit by surprise, "-warm," said a calmer expression. They settled on a terrace. Sky brimmed nicely, maids hesitantly brought meals and drinks. Some passed knowing glances at Igna, '-who is she?' were the curious regards. Igna nodded, asking for the curiosity to be maintained.
"How have you been?"
"Normal," he returned, "-Miira, I won't play these games. Tell me," he inched forward, placing his hand on a warm cup, "-what's the matter? Tis a first, you came to me for help, I'll do anything I can."
