Madeleine and Dyon sat atop a massive Celestial Deer formation that galloped along the ocean water, leaving behind slight ripples.
"So why do you think I've been stuck at the 7th level of musical will?" Madeleine asked curiously.
She had left behind the sweatpants and T shirt much to Dyon's dismay, instead opting for her usual casual purple qing pao. Her hair was up, wearing the defensive hairpin Dyon had given her, still oblivious to the fact it was a transcendent treasure. She had even forced Dyon to wear his jeans and open blue dress shirt look.
Dyon looked at the girl who sat on his lap holding a lyre with an adorable focused expression on her face, feeling his heart in his throat for what seemed like the millionth time.
"You really are too beautiful," Dyon muttered.
Madeleine giggle. "Focus, pervert."
