She strolled in the grass field and feels the morning breeze. Sensing the slimy, soft wet earth as she walked barefoot. She breath in deep, closing her eyes, embracing the wind. And the scent of the morning dew and of the pollens tickled her nose.
Selene recalled how the original owner of the body ended up in such state. Young as she may look because of her body right now but she has her previous life memories and hopefully it would help her.
He looked at the boy who is having spar with Dalton. 'He's my fiance, huh. But, never did he once join me on my tea'
"Spain, my lady is looking", Dalton said when he is about to struck Spain.
Obviously, Spain become startled and fell. "You." He gave Dalton a glare.
"You better walk to her before anyone could steal her." He pointed out to the incoming blond lad.
"Yofiel!" Selene, screamed in suprised.
"Have you been well, milady?" Yofiel reached and kissed the back of her hand gently.
Selene in return made a courtesy bow. "Your majesty. Would you like some tea?"
Spain popped in her back. "Why is he the only one having tea?"
Dalton pushed Spain. "Of course, we are invited, right, milady?"
"I'm just six. What's the fussed?" She asked while laughing.
"It's because of that mark." Yofiel still holding her hand pressed where the mark is. It was her hand that held the stone she picked up. Odd, that somehow, the incident that happened to her is now becoming blurry.