Celeste stares off into the sky as she climbs onto her own horse. Even once she's saddled, she's quiet, merely watching her master in silence.
Her gaze is distant.
Pensive, perhaps?
No...something stronger than simply pensiveness.
Worried.
Of course. She's worried.
Well, who wouldn't be worried in this situation?
That said, I can't help but wonder how much of that worry comes from our mission to find the Angel's Tear, and how much of it is her anxiety simply going on a journey outside the tower at all.
Or perhaps that the journey is with others, rather than just Cyril?
I can't quite read wizards yet.
Her master raises an eyebrow as she looks at him, and she offers an apologetic smile. "Sorry. It's just...strange. Leaving the tower like this...I didn't think it would happen so soon."
