"Moulin..."
Silver eyes blinked. The silver-haired young man snapped back from his trance, hastily lifting his gaze towards a certain woman. Lady Calanthe wore a feathered while hat, sitting calmly at the window nook. A little spiritual bird sat on her palm and chirped happily while another flew around her hat, pecking at the colorful feathers, trying to catch her attention. Their mesmerizing bodies glistened, made with calm bluish energy. The old sorceress ignored her familiars' little antics and continued to stare at her dazed pupil.
"Ah..." Moulin lowered his head in embarrassment. "Forgive me, I was..."
"I know. It's alright..." Lady Calanthe gave him a worried look before tilting her head slightly. "Do you need a moment?"
With wide eyes, Moulin shook his head. "No... I'm fine. Please continue."
"Alright, did you hear what I just mentioned?"
Embarrassment turned Moulin's face red as he shook his head once more. Sighing, Lady Calanthe repeated her words.
