The only core character, his whisperings that are too clear yet completely meaningless, are quietly appreciated offstage beneath the lights.
Words without anger, devoid of warmth, shifting like the nonliving.
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The heat of the day did not seem to dissipate with the moon leading a host of stars to claim the night sky, and the imprints of fervor still lingered in the body.
Brynhild did not dislike this slightly scorching exuberant feeling. She felt full of energy, extremely desiring to take control of major tasks and finish them beautifully with her wisdom and strength.
"What if... I could personally receive the task from him..."
[How wonderful that would be!]
An exclamation resonated in her pounding heart, softly repeating the previous sentences like a mantra. The capricious and shy expression of the girl lingered for less than a second before reverting back to the radiant look of a warrior before anyone realized anything.
