(Third Person POV)
"Desmond, I don't like this place." A small voice full of complaint came from Kyuru´s reddish lips, she was holding a small fruit in her delicate hands and kept hidden inside Desmond's clothes.
Looking at the crowd around him, a sour expression-filled Desmond's face, who had to respond trying to calm the restless fairy: "Don't worry, as soon as we get a more private place to spend time; you will be able to wander more calmly"
Unknown if his words had reassured the faerie or if she was too busy devouring the fruit in her hands, at least Desmond felt more comfortable now.
Advancing through the crowd, Desmond almost felt the urge to curse the church for organizing the event so early in the morning, it had been almost thirty days since he got his vacation and Desmond hadn't rested a single day.
