Night had fallen.
After the three of them finished dinner, they packed up the items that would be taken to the Moon Lake Tribe the next day.
"Crack… click…"
Using his saber, Luciel carefully carved patterns into the surface of a wooden box, intending to make it a beautiful container for the Starlight tea leaves. A good product, after all, needed elegant and tall packaging before others would value it and consider it precious.
"I'll be at the Moon Lake Tribe tomorrow," Luciel said.
Mino rested his hands on the table, leaning forward with longing. "I wonder if Big Sis is at the Moon Lake Tribe…"
Luciel paused mid-carve, then spoke gently, "Your Big Sis may not have settled there."
"That seems likely…" Mino's pretty face clouded with a hint of disappointment.
