Golden Runes Beneath the Heavens
A trace of grin - just barely there - pulled one corner of his mouth upward.
A hush fell as Leon stood, moving careful steps to where water met land, his robe's edge dragging through dewy blades. Above, space opened wide, stars pinned in jagged pieces across fabric blacker than soot.
"Alright," he said, his voice returning to its usual calm steadiness. "Take this opportunity to consolidate your cultivation and stabilize your state of mind. Your senior sister should be back soon."
A soft sweep of her hand moved the deep red strands aside. Firelight danced lightly on her face while fabric shifted into place across her frame. Moonbeams kissed the gold thread woven through the belt. A quiet hush followed each small motion.
Darkness came when she shut her eyelids.
Breathing grew slow before long.
Mana flowed.
