The warm afternoon sunshine streamed through the window into the room, gilding the two silhouettes, one large and one small, with a golden edge.
"Aiven, I don't know this word either!"
"You should call me teacher, Angie!" Aiven patted his own head, as this slip-up had been corrected multiple times but stubbornly persisted.
At this moment, the two were seated in a study room specially arranged within Cooper Manor. When Elante was young, private tutors were hired for his studies, so all the facilities were already in place, making Aiven and Angie's move effortless.
It was now the day after the conversation at Mog Farm had concluded.
The girl eventually accepted Aiven's kind offer, choosing to wave goodbye to her bitter past and embrace a new life with Aiven.
Though she appeared small and thin, Angie was actually only a year younger than Elante; she was already a twelve-year-old girl.
