Saffron
After the blinding light vanished, we found ourselves in the bottom of the reconstructed ruins.
Dronma looked around the place and sighed. "This place is a shadow of its former self."
"You been here before? I mean, the original palace of the Taeyang?" Kyung asked, glancing at his clan's leader.
She crossed her arms. "Yes. I came here before, but there was no one at the time."
"How old are you anyway? Are you as old as Kyung?" Rohan asked.
"I'm fairly young."
Rohan chuckled. "Don't tell me you're gonna say you're one-hundred or something like that."
Dronma smiled slightly. "No. Nothing so cliche. I'm around your age. Well, assuming you lot are as old as you look."
"We are," I said.
She eyed me. "You're the oldest, right?"
Uneri snickered. "Actually, I'm the oldest one apart from Kyung."
"Oh, I guessed you were the second oldest."
