Isril cleared his throat right after calming himself down. Straightening his back, he allowed his mind to fall into a serious mode. Tristan too.
The air grew tense again, and his multicolored eyes friend did not like it. Even if he remained seated, silently waiting for his words.
In the meantime, he wondered if telling someone outside of Stella was a good idea. In the end, she abandoned him and was now living a comfortable life.
Tristan heaved a light sigh. He did not consider himself too trusting of his new friend but did admit that there was a certain power that made him comfortable enough to confide in him.
He liked the relief it brought him but hated that it made him feel foolish, or rather, weak. After all, ever since what Stella did, he had decided to move alone and had been doing so until the prince of the Island came and ruined the trend.
