I'm a demi-human. It's been about 20 years since I've felt anything like this. And now, for someone I've just met, I feel it again. Love.
Cynthia's face burned crimson as she looked down at her hands, embarrassed at how quickly her heart had betrayed her composure. She glanced at the watch on her wrist. Not long now, and he's already back inside, leaving her standing there, caught in the rush of emotions she thought she had long forgotten.
As Nolan reached the dining hall and stepped inside, he moved to the table, glanced around, and then returned to his seat. The sunlight spilled across the polished wood, illuminating the scattered remnants of their breakfast.
"Master," Celia began cautiously, "what did you want to sit here and talk about?"
Nolan's eyes scanned the table with mock seriousness. "Well, nothing much, though. Someone ate out of my meal."
Lyra, without hesitation, pointed at Linda.
