The sun had almost set while the castle's sprawling outdoor garden was teeming with life, the foliage rustling gently in the evening breeze. Ceti walked along the marble-tiled path, coming here as planned with a certain someone earlier.
Silvan Drake was leaning against a nearby stone wall. His dark red eyes seemed to sparkle in the dwindling light, a matching smile tugging at the corners of his lips. His lean figure was elegantly cast in soft shadows, accentuating his black hair and handsome angular face.
Upon noticing her, Silvan straightened and took a step forward. "Good evening, Ceti," he greeted gently, his tone as warm as the fading sunlight, "How has your day been?"
Ceti returned his smile, matching his pace as they started to walk side by side, "Fine as always," she replied, her tone light despite the furrow in her brow, her thoughts still lingering on Oberon and Rebecca.
