The cool evening breeze caressed their figures whilst the moon's silver radiance poured down upon that scenery, granting it a vitality far different from that of the daytime.
Stella sat on the wooden porch, her legs in between the wooden platform that served as the stand for the wooden rails.
Her blonde hair fluttered and swayed graciously in the moving wind — The moonlight seemed to make her skin glow.
Stella sat in thought, and Tristan found himself staring at that magical sight. His sister.
Before she could notice his gaze, he approached her to sit beside her. She eyed his figure but limited herself to remain silent before returning her gaze to the sky.
Tristan sighed inwardly. A couple days prior Rosetta had spoken to him concerning their stale relationship.
She had tabled strong reasons related to their duties to the nation, but he knew she merely wanted the duo to grow close.
