The evening shadows deepened into blue and purple, and the cold glow of the moon was cast upon the rocky surface of the stone pavement of the training grounds in the actual Headquarters of the Leonile Guild.
Within the silencing moonlight, swaying with the cold breeze, silvery strands seem to dance beautifully. A youth was controllably breathing as his legs ran at a deliberate pace. Sweat layered his clean forehead, and his eyes were calm as he stared at the path before him. Moulin was running within the evening after realizing that he had missed his morning run.
The moment he and the others returned to Leonile Manor, a grand banquet was held. Unfortunately, he wasn't in the mood for such things.
He. Only. Wanted. To. Relax.
Was that too much to ask?
