For a moment, Clyde was reminded of those old days when he and Miyara used to study the language together; and as those flashes of memories came to him, a smile escaped his lips.
Meanwhile, when Syra noticed the other party falling in a daze smiling out of the blue, she deliberately cleared her throat.
"EHEM!"
Then she waited for Clyde to get back to his senses. Likewise, when Clyde looked at her, he saw Syra staring back at him with a raised eyebrow.
"What's with the sudden daydreaming?"
She asked him and Clyde just shrugged his shoulder.
"Nothing. I just remembered someone I used to know. She was good at the nymph language as well."
"So we are talking about a girl then who is like me???"
Syra insinuated but the other party was quick to deny it.
"No. I won't be talking about her with you, and no again; as in, no she was not any bit like you."
