"Master, is there something? It's still a bit early to wake up."
Before the sun had even risen, Neirin was already awake. Her mind seemed occupied by thoughts as she waited for the twilight to appear, admiring the darkness. The wind was cold, and she was wearing thick clothes, with her robe dancing with the rhythm of the wind. She looked satisfied, calm, and peaceful as she sat in the room's outer corridor.
Her back was leaning on some wood as she looked at the sky.
Her lips were smiling.
Theodore paused. In times like this, he wished to paint. What a beautiful piece.
Pulling himself up, Theodore, who was just a sleep moment ago, heard the rustling of fabrics, making him wake up from his slumber. Since it was his duty to stay guard and protect his master, he often quickly wakes up by a minor sound, but he didn't expect to see Neirin up this early.
