Turace stood at the entrance of the tent, arms folded across his chest as he watched Lord Rina deep in meditation
Turace had tried to remain as soundless as possible and even concealing his aura so that his presence would not cause any disturbances to her cultivation,
However with how keen Turace knew Lord Rina's senses to be, Turace doubted his had gone unnoticed if the cold Lord took notice of his presence she made no indication of it
Merely sat there in a meditative position stabilizing her cultivation, a solitary and calm aura exuded off of her, watching Lord Rina in such a state of calm, her lush midnight tresses cascaded down her back,
The tips splayed on the bed behind her, her eyes were closed, those mismatched orbs of an enchanting green and scarlet red that had Turace's heart beating faster than he had ever thought possible.
