"I can't believe him," Aristele huffed, slamming open the doors as Lumielle looked up from her work. She has finished reading about the Rubionia plant and was trying to perfect the essence for a potion that would increase vitality.
"What can you not believe?" Lumielle managed to ask, as she put down the small dropper to carefully approach her brother.
His golden eyes were wide as he carelessly sat on her couch, sprawling his long legs amongst the satin cushions. She didn't chide him, slipping the ribbon from her tresses and allowing them to fall from her ponytail. "Our father, saying that you need to get married," he answered, a scowl on his face, "What is he talking about?"
