''Did you feel it?'' Ivar whispered, his voice rippling like a soft spring.
Ernst who only reached the chest of Ivar nodded, his eyes knitting as tortuous thought's flashed on his head.
Ernst ruffled his thick, brown mustache and beard, his breathing shallow, almost as if he wasn't breathing.
''Even thought it was very brief, I'm certain that I felt the presence of someone at this spot.'' Ernst grumbled, fumbling the colourful petals in his hand reach.
Ivar nodded in a slow cadence, before shifting his gaze backwards.
Seeing where Ivar was looking at, Ernst couldn't help but frown.
''Don't tell me you're trying to link what happened inside with the matters of the garden.'' Ernst chided.
He was the older one, already in his sixties, his wrinkled face and bald head, a testament to his old age. Hence, he was quite in the right position to reprimand Ivar.
''I mean both of us couldn't be mistaken…''
''Yes?''
