"Yes young master I must agree, Count of Frostfront sounds quite pleasant kuku."
Kornis agreed, stepping forward whilst stroking his long, grey beard.
"Hm? Why are you not saying anything?"
Lark directed his question to the feminine figure standing underneath the shadows of the thick leaves above.
"Aww... Are you upset about something?"
Lark stood up and walked toward the figure.
"Hey, don't be like that, say something."
He placed his hand on the woman's waist and pulled her into the light.
Her snow white skin elegantly reflected the moonlight, her silky black hair cascading down to her cheekbones, her cherry red lips appetizing.
She pouted her cheeks and refused to look Lark in the eyes, whilst she gently put her hair behind her ear with her slim finger.
"Say something, Kimberly."
Kimberly pouted her cheeks even more and refused to talk to Lark.
"Oh? Playing mute are we?"
*chomp!*
