Xateon was now lowering his head, with some moments of hesitation, his leg crossed over the other as he shifted in his seat, he asks quietly..
"Dad, who and what was happening in the forest?"
The wizards face darkens with doom... Like a shadow fell over his face and body and the room, his eyes glowed with this light purple mist, with sickening words he says...
"I dont understand."
"Dont remember."
He frowns, displeased by this?... He himself didnt know. His eyebrows arch up a tiny bit, creating a disappointed like look on the wizards handsome face.
Xateon hesitates, knowing that this look isnt good... But he asks darkly, something that nobody reading this will understand just yet...
"Another fail?"
Without resistance the wizard replied, straight to the point.
"Possibly . . ."
Although his confusion was there.. he didnt, say it himself. As if his vocal cords just worked on their own in those moments... With a dark face, the wizard moves away to wash the empty mugs.
The scene shifts...
Back at the forest with Ophera. One of Opheras guards, on the same work as him looks at Ophera, shocked and concerned, speaking in suprise.
"Ophera! You're safe!"
He exclaims with a sigh. But quickly adds..
"What happened?! You have a cut.."
He trails off, getting quiet...
"On your cheek..."