Luan was relieved when they finally approached the Forest's border. As they got closer to the edge, the butterflies disappeared without a trace, since they already reached their goal. The small house comes into view after a short time. A bright moonlit sky illuminated the cottage making it appear to be sprung out directly from a fantasy book.
There is nothing more lovable than your own home.
The knight's head was heavy, and he rested his forehead on her shoulder, but the closeness only made his body temperature go up.
Unaware of his discomfort, Arianell was just lost in her world. Her mother probably died around here, she doesn't know, where they buried the body, but wouldn't it be possible for her to return to check on her daughter, even as a ghost?
"Mister, do you believe in ghosts? And do you think they are good, or scary?"
Arianell just realized she was the only one talking all this time but had yet to hear his voice.
Why hasn't he said a single word?
