Rising to his feet, he turned back and prepared to leave but was stopped when he heard the faint whisper,
"Please don't leave..."
"Sorry?" Zeras asked as he turned to look at Felecie, who slowly took back her outstretched hand.
"Nothing," she said innocently.
Zeras looked into her orangey eyes for a long while, and the harder he stared, the more the pink hue on the side of Felecie's face grew until she eventually threw her gaze away from his, a faintly embarrassed yet angered look on her face.
"Why are you staring hard at me like that?" Felecie said, eliciting a devilish grin from Zeras.
"You have something on your mind, Felecie. Something for me..." Zeras whispered.
Felecie scoffed.
"Stop acting like you don't know it."
"Know what?" Zeras asked confusedly.
Your gift is the motivation for my creation. Give me more motivation!