Klautz knew the significance of the burning sky. It not only brought coolness into one's eyes but cools down one's soul as well. Even the cold winds of the [Ice Post] failed in comparison to it.
Days and days of talking to his own sword without having any reply was indeed mentally taxing. Klautz would have gone insane if not for this memorable place. He had spent many a night shedding tears of joy and sorrow in this place. And every time he did. It was like all the pain that his body had shielded him from the cold winds as he cried.
*sigh*
Klautz gaze traveled to the woman in his arms as he noticed that she had been staring at him for quite a while.
"What?"
It didn't pass unnoticed to Verona when Klautz had his gaze on the poor girl. She didn't know what happened between them while she was asleep but she had her own guesses.
