The sky was gloomy tonight, and Xiang Pa had gone off somewhere. Gortani buried her face in her wings, her shoulders trembling with sobs.
The fierce night breeze blew her long hair, fluttering non-stop. As Richard approached, a strand of her hair lightly brushed his nose, bringing a pleasant aroma like the osmanthus flowers of his hometown, but not quite.
She was still a little girl, the daughter of the master of his own master's master, practically family. How did it come to this? Richard suddenly felt a twinge of guilt.
He took off his feather coat from his shoulder and gently draped it over Gortani's back.
Gortani felt the warmth and looked up to see Richard, the Pigiel tribe overlord. She jumped up in anger and glared at him, with a teardrop glistening in her beautiful eyes.
"I'm sorry..."
"Get lost!" Gortani said.
