"So..."
Having received Grey Mist's reply, Star nodded silently.
"What's the matter? Why are you suddenly concerned about my plans? It's not like you to act this way."
Looking at Star suspiciously, Grey Mist asked with some confusion.
"Or is it that my plans might affect someone or something you care about?"
"No... whatever you plan to do, it doesn't concern me, and I won't interfere with your plans."
Gently tugging at the large hood of his cloak, Star shook his head in denial.
"Forget it, do as you wish."
The hands Grey Mist had held behind his back quietly withdrew, and according to the results of his prophecy, everything Star said was indeed truthful; she wouldn't interfere with his plans.
Although somewhat curious about what was wrong with Star, he wasn't planning on prying; after all, everyone has their own secrets.
