The golden crow set in the west, with soft rays dancing on the horizon. The breeze blew up the white dandelion fluff, floating and scattering far away, chasing the last hues of the setting sun.
Beneath the sky, a young Centauress lay softly on her side in a patch of white daisy flowers. She furrowed her brows slightly, unconsciously clutching a daisy in her hand, her expression slightly panicked as she awaited something to pierce into her body.
That something did not keep her waiting long, as it adjusted its angle and slowly pierced into her. A few drops of blood fell, staining the pure white petals beneath her.
"Ah... it hurts!" The Centauress couldn't help but let out a moan, "Gentler, please."
"Oh." Bartlett stared blankly at the dagger in his hand and the wound on Evita's hind leg, unsure of what to do next. What troubled him the most were the strange noises coming from the Centauress lying on the ground — noises that could easily be misunderstood by others around them.
