'Why is she being...?'
Slowly, Celestia moved away from the door, showing a mix of nervous energy and lingering embarrassment in her steps.
She pushed a lock of her curly golden hair back and let out a sigh, motioning for Aeric to sit down on the large soft-looking bed.
"Wanna sit?"
He said nothing and just said, taking in the details of the room for the first time.
It was spacious yet cozy, decorated in soft hues of gold and cream. The large canopy bed dominated the space, its frame specially designed with floral patterns.
There was a writing desk sitting by the window, sunlight streaming in and illuminating stacks of parchment and books. The smell of lavender had gotten more pronounced now.
"I'm sorry about my mother and my aunts," Celestia said suddenly, breaking the silence. She stood near the desk, fidgeting with a quill. "They can be… a lot sometimes."
