"..."
'Perhaps... Is she asleep?'
The sun had ceased to light the sky.
Only the dark blue of a navy sky with a round white navigating it was covering their scenery illuminating the place he intently watched while the smooth whispers of the wind grazed his waiting profile.
Although he hadn't quit to surveil the platform below, Zeleskiaz had decided to use the heightened senses he had been blessed and trained with in desperation, as the supposition of not seeing her appeared to become plausible.
To no avail, his ears could not hear clearly, and his aura also could not reach her space to ascertain her whereabouts...
Solely his nose could feel some of her lovely scent, which was being disrupted by two foreign ones.
'May them be her servants?' — He contemplated.
"..."
'Sigh... Bloody beast... I am part of the house you protect... Why do you hinder my perceptions of her?
The Lady may be your Protege...'
