Faltering wasn't an option, indeed.
Arumina's words clung to the web of thoughts that governed her mind and refused to let go.
Her feet carried her weight but only barely. The rest of the lifting was done by Silas who offered his arm for support.
The day was gray as much like the previous moon, the sun too ducked behind some thick and unyielding clouds.
The young woman held the belief that the lack of shining rays played a role in aggravating the pressure that restricted her breaths.
The rear court held its peace as only nature spoke during the wait. Nobody other than the whistling of angered winds dared let out a whisper.
The human guards that worked for the Eleazar family stood tall and ready should any issue have risen.
Their head who Arabella got to know as Aron was by Silas' side as well, his features somewhat shut, but among everyone that held space there, he was the only soul to show a semblance of emotion; impatience or so she thought it was.
