The Tower of Luna was place carved with white stones that spread wherever one could see, this white was etched with silver and serene shades of calming hues.
But in the end.
It was all just white.
Sickly white.
The dining hall seeped into a calm silence as Aesther placed her soup bowl down and dabbed her lips with a handkerchief. The soft rays of the sun melted in her amber eyes when she lifted them towards Ezrahl.
He was drinking water.
The sunlit glass windows behind him created shadows over his face. She subconsciously realised that Ezrahl had started to wear some colours lately.
Aesther grinned, "Now that we have finished breakfast, shall we go bathe the goats, husband?"
Ezrahl choked on water, his face got slightly tinted with red as he coughed. A while later he took a deep breath and then looked at her with a small frown.
"Stop laughing."
