The oppressive atmosphere lightened as time passed and everyone accepted Lith's identity.
However, that did not mean they weren't afraid of offending him. With their butts clenched and looks stiff, they tried their best to talk as politely as possible to Lith.
Talks with him were relatively easier as Lith did not seem to be haughty or overbearing. Though, sporadically they were distracted by the lady in his embrace who clung onto him like a vine.
Lith could feel their awkward glances at Mayzin. It was indeed weird to have a grown up in his embrace like that during a serious discussion, but what other choice did he have?
His aunt was so deep into her sleep that even if someone were to play drums and trumpets near her, she wouldn't budge.
Arya was a dragon too, but she probably wasn't as fond of sleeping like his aunt.
