In the private manor.
Arihan leaned on the door frame and watched the redhead lady on his bed. Her fiery red hair was sprawled over his pristine snowy bedcover. She was curled up into a ball, taking so little space that it reminded him of Baby Alora.
Baby Alora was falling on the bed, exhausted after a long day of exploration and using her magical powers. As a baby or a young lady, both of them trusted him immensely.
A soft sigh slipped his lips wondering how to deal with the situation when the red-head lady who seemed to be asleep, darted her eyes on him as if she caught the prey.
Looks like neither her curiosity nor her determination had weakened. He turned around and went towards the dining hall, accurately knowing she was going to run up to him.
He was right. Alora jumped out of bed and ran up to him. She blocked him, spreading her hands wide. Arihan walked, pushing her hand away, and sat on the dining chair.
