Bab 356: Those Memory... Oh Moon, please... III

"Where's Brittany..." she mumbled to herself, a hint of disappointment coloring her voice. Deciding not to wait, she turned her attention to her own training regimen. "Maybe I should start with some exercise," she said aloud, a determined glint in her eye.

Readying her feet, she began to jog around the training yard, her footsteps echoing in the otherwise quiet space. Lap after lap, she pushed herself, her breath coming in short, sharp bursts. With each circuit, her pace quickened, her determination growing stronger.

Barty arrived at the training yard, his footsteps echoing in the quiet morning air. He spotted Marlowe jogging around the perimeter, her breath coming in short bursts. A smile crept across his face.

"Oh, Marlowe!" he called out, his voice carrying across the open space.

Marlowe turned to face him, a hint of surprise in her eyes. "Barty," she replied, a small smile forming on her lips.