Receiving confirmation from his child, Orland moved his seat closer to make the child feel the privacy a storyteller should give to their audience.
"It is a story... More of a legend that occurred in the secluded lands we are to visit."
Pinching a piece of the apples he wanted her to eat, Orland commenced, offering the silverware for her to hold and eat the juicy fruit as the snack she had suggested. Intending to help her not forget as he knew she would concentrate on his storytelling from here onward.
Meanwhile, at a polite distance, Paige waited on her Master, pleased at the scene yet with overwhelming mustiness in her chest.
'My Lady's expression... It... It changed shape... So majestically...'
Wishing to cry, the young maid restrained the trembling chin that wanted to express her joy and thrilled emotion.
