"Know what? Zenith used to do the exact same thing whenever I pissed her off," the Seer said.
It was a peaceful night. The moon shone radiantly; its light broke through the canopy and illuminated the Seer's shed with beautiful and serene light. And in that moonlight basked Ling Yue, sitting atop the Seer with a knife in her hands, shoved up to the Seer's throat.
"Don't know how, but she used to sneak into the dormitories and climb onto me in the dead of night without making a sound. I remember waking up in the middle of the night with god knows whatever sharp object up my throat, just droning over my unconscious body till I was awake," the Seer continued. "You know, I never inquired about why she did it, never asked, but I will ask you. Why?"
There was no response, just blank stares from Ling Yue.
"I would say creepy, but she always did look amazing basking in the light of the moon," the Seer continued, caressing her cheek.
