A sudden rustle came from the lush dark-green shrubs that proliferated, vanishing the loamy grounds, along with the stark stress, a thick canopy that not even a dapple light graced its meadows.
Though he was rather at ease when he recognized the thuds that came with it.
Even from the left, Keith knew it was Marianne, who now had new cliques she had to get to work with henceforth.
The three of them put on a heavy fur cloak that hid whatever they were beneath until their footwear, and donned on a hood that hid only revealed their mouth with a few fringes of their hair draping out.
Two of them, a tad bit behind Marianne, were the two slaves that Athan bought from the auction weeks ago. He learned it was one of the original plans from the objectives of Mystique planned for so long; so far, it has yet to be revealed, even to him—which got him curious enough.
