"Spy, spy, who are you?" Estelle twirled a small ball of condensed fire with her finger as she hummed the low tune.
Looking up to the blue sky, she pressed her lips together.
The spy that had been planted into her home.
The identity of said spy was still enshrouded in mystery, and it was still unknown down to the smallest clues possible.
"Asking like that will get you nowhere," A voice entered her ears without prior warning.
Estelle, who was far too lazy to turn her whole body, could only roll back her head over the chair to see the incoming presence.
"Heine," Affected by gravity, her hair touched the ground, dirt sticking to the silver tips thanks to the brushing motion.
"Sit properly, I'll laugh at you if you fall down,"
"I won't fall!" Estelle sat up straight.
Her gaze fell onto the fae. "Minerva told me that what you did could endanger your kin. Are you fine with that?"
