Seraphine Kyra-Chrono.
The name rang in Avin's mind like the echo of a bell. He muttered under his breath, "So that's her name, huh?"
"What?" Sylas looked down at him. "Isn't she your sister?"
Avin blinked, caught off guard. "Oh—yeah, I was just…" he stumbled over his words, reaching for one of his usual excuses, but none came. "…It was a joke."
Sylas gave him a strange look. "Ah… okay?" he said slowly, turning back toward the gate.
Avin pretended to focus on the list, but Sylas was already speaking again, his tone casual but edged with awe. "Seraphine, one of the geniuses of this generation. They say she's the fastest rising star in the entire Northern territories. A role model. A representative for all those who dream big." He paused, grinning faintly. "And she's beautiful."
Avin looked at him flatly. Sylas met his gaze, blinking innocently.
"You talk a lot more than you look like you do," Avin said, dryly.
Sylas laughed, tapping Avin on the chest. "Let's go."
