...And she was there. Her short golden hair swayed in the wind, with eyes like thunder as she walked towards him. Leon de Harrington gulped for a moment—and watched Xanthe walk past him. He blinked and got out of the trance. She didn't recognize him? Or she didn't want to act like she knew him?
"Really not going to say anything to me?" One of the woman's eyes twitched. She approached one of the people, someone he didn't even know that much and looked down at the boy with the gauntlets.
A loud sigh escaped Diov's lips as he crossed his arms, careful not to hurt himself with his spiked gauntlets. "I didn't think you would want me to say hi. What use would it be to even say it?"
