"YOU LOOK LIKE a colt who is about to hit puberty, Diana lass. Or should I say, Luna Diana?" The deadpan voice of Rakiz Lemoir made Diana roll her eyes.
Their footsteps were followed by the splashing of the ankle-deep stream they were trudging on. Aside from their trailing sound of footsteps, Rakiz Lemoir's high-pitched voice came second. No amount of cricket or a lark's sound could stop his pesky mouth from criticizing her. And he was doing it for hours already ever since they stepped out from the borders of the Crescent Pack.
