Dayie stares at the people fighting—scintars clashing amidst the bright of day, people howling battle cries and guards trying to parry the attacks with their spears. She could hear them very well; the cry for freedom, and the plea for hers. Dayie, at that moment, didn't exactly know what else to feel. She could see the dirty-blond hair of Farhad and his gritted teeth as he fights, Ruri who was the only magician amidst the masses, and then, Dayie saw him.
A boy with bows and arrows, who held something closely familiar to his hand.
Dayie knew she ought to break free any moment now, and timing is going to play a crucial low for that. And in order to time it right, she had to consider many factors; and those factors lies in a certain person's presence.
Ria Sparrows.
Dayie knew that he could do something to her the moment she displays any sign of struggle. She was still in the guillotine, which made Ria pay even closer attention to her.
