Screeching sounds from the leather boots as it collides with the grassy floor lingered in the air. Their distinct figures overlaid shadows on their path as they plastered placid smiles on their faces, for they are at home.
Those humane eyes once wept hot and blinding tears of unspeakable sorrow. Their warm beating hearts once felt the burning rage of pain and anger. Their calm minds, once coveted by overpowering self-pity and loneliness.
Perhaps for those reasons, we could say humans and these creatures weren't that different at all.
Yuna and Dale were carefully disassembling the spyglass, arranging every single piece on a white cloth to find the odd in it. She somewhat noticed that the mirrors were refracting light instead of reflecting it. There was a need to change that. Refracting telescope isn't that bad but not that helpful for her.
She looked around for any sign of the lavender dude, only to find him standing by the balcony. She wondered why Zyair failed to notice the position of the mirror or the mirror itself.
Odd, it does look like it was a coincidence but it's bugging her, why?
Zyair, who's been watching the sunny scenery of the rear end of the school, was astounded by what he had seen. Down the forest far from them was a bridge with Omri, Manasseh, and Hayden, seemingly waiting for 'them', just some friends coming home.
"Mr. Zyair, I think we need to buy some stuffs for the..." Yuna spoke up, making Zyair aware of her presence.
"Eh, Yuna, You shouldn't be..." Zyair panicked, but he knew it was too late to stop her.
She saw it, down at the same scene; some people wearing dark cloaks showed up from the forest as they approached the three. She watched how an ostensibly a woman ran towards Omri and hugged him.
She truly doesn't care, never cared, but her body said otherwise. Before a streak of pain could even reach her lonesome heart, her eyes begot tears.
She almost eluded herself from the fact that this body ain't hers, this heart wasn't hers. She just let her guard down.
"Cr*p" she madly cursed to herself as she tried to hid herself. More was the pity, for Zyair had seen it. He witnessed what Omri told him, the same scene Omri saw from Yuna. He gritted her teeth as he faced her jolting back while hearing her sobs.
The body indeed remembered.
She clenched her chest from the unfamiliar anguish, she hated it. It was something she successfully avoided all her life on Earth but here, it just happened without any particular reason? Where's the justice?
'Calm down,' She madly shouted on her mind as she wiped away her impudent tears. She has been cynical about love. Not even flawless characters from books and movies would make her heart falter. She has no conceit ideals and no merit to life. Her heart was as of a barren wasteland with nothing beautiful to see.
Such a 'feeling' as love, for her, is nothing but a drawback.
Zyair, fighting himself, whether or not he'd tell her the truth but before that, he hoped he could do something to ease her pain. How could he even tell her everything without hurting her?
---That Omri's now starting a family. That he has someone he loves now.
He took a step towards her, deciding to give a brief hug but then, Yuna unexpectedly turned around to meet him. His eyes widened as he instantly halted in front of her. He watched her groan as she wiped her tears.
"I'm sorry about that. The wind's burning my eyes." She gave him a small laugh that it only made him felt sadder.
Now that they took the wrong impression, she has nothing to do but to keep it that way. Never thought it was this disastrous, the feeling of not being able to defend herself.
"Teacher, I have a robe," Dale shouted as he entered the room with a gray robe. Gladly, he left earlier before Yuna cried.
"Buy some stuff, you said earlier?" Zyair asked, changing the topic. Never did he thought, that the plan was going well.
"Yes, I figured out what's wrong with the...um, spyglass. We need to change the mirrors and we need some metals." She replied as she walked towards Dale, planning to wear the robe he just brought.
"I see, I know just the place." He replied with a smile, a sad one.
They planned this all out, everything. The odds on the mirrors were intentional so that they could lead Yuna to 'her' without her doubting. Now that Omri was busy, Zyair would continue the plan on his own.
It was going so smooth that he kind of pitied her. He watched her wear a gray robe that stopped on her knees. She's elegant with her middling gestures, and even her lavish smile would make everyone shower her with love.
So why?
What's bothering him?
Silence accompanied them on their quick journey as Zyair led them to another unknown path. It was solemn and out of the Earth's world. Furnished hexagon stones paved their way as they walk by the field of flowering shrubs. Bougainvillea and hydrangeas, she could name some.
They then entered a tunnel of flowers, shading them from the scorching sun.
Yuna stayed calm as she looked around. The sight was indeed beautiful and magical. Small colorful glow of cyan and emerald light were flying around on top of every delicate flower, making her think about butterflies.
'Some sort of alternative, maybe,' She thought.
Amazed by the scene, she did not realize they finally reached their destination. As they walked out of the tunnel of flowers, in front of them was a wooden and clay cottage confined by blooming flowers. It was clean and silent that she wondered why they even came here. It doesn't even look like a shop.
They reached the wooden door and Zyair opened it for her and Dale, revealing few tall shelves vertically arranged. Peculiar items filled every space on the shelf, making it look like an antique shop.
She looked from left to right; they were six elongated shelves all in all inside the room but she wondered where she would even start.
"Welcome to Deyonne's Domain," Zyair exclaimed as he volunteered to give the formal greeting in the owner's stead.
Dale, with a starters pack chuckle, he then laughed at Zyair's sudden act while Yuna, she did not care much. Her attention was on the stuffs being displayed on the wooden shelves.
The fact that it was cut off from the marketplace and it wasn't probably known. She wondered what's special in here to keep it private.
"My, my, what a lovely soul," A very low voice reached their ears.
Yuna sharply turned around, only to find an old woman in her fancy black thick dress. Worse is, the old lady was only behind her, it almost creeped her out.