Ling Yue opened her eyes to a ceiling she was all too familiar with. The sun was out, the good old chirping of the birds, and gentle breezes flowing in through the window.
"Awake, I see," the Seer sat next to her, peeling an apple.
"It's pretty," she praised the dream catcher that hung on the window.
"Hmm," came a lifeless response.
"Zenith made this one for you, didn't she?" she asked.
"Hmm," the same dry response.
"Your name, what does it mean?"
"Nothing."
"Did you only save me because I look like Zenith?"
"Yes, now stop asking ques..."
"So, are you from a different world?"
"Shut up and eat your fruits."
"Lets talk," Ling Yue insisted on having a conversation.
"No," the same indifferent reply.
"That Ricky guy..." the Princess insisted.
However, that was the last straw in the jar of annoying the Seer. He lunged, grabbing her collar and pulling her face closer to his.
