章 746: Festival

A radiant dress, faithful to Rosespire's festive wear, added onto her irrefutable coy. Without much hassle, she snuck her way around the table and sat, her gaze firm on Igna's cold drink, droplets condensed, the temperature, though average, felt hotter, an itchy sense of discomfort went up the back, "-glad to see you?"

 "Why did you say it in a questioning tone?" her curvy lips straightened, an inviting flush made a stern gaze. 

 "I was only joking," he returned, "-here, want some?"

 "Sure," they shared the drink. Her posture kicked back, nearly hitting a wandering child, "-where's Saniata?" her shoulders refocused, her back straightened.