"How long do I have to keep doing this?" Lithira muttered, running her hands through her hair in frustration.
From their hiding spot about 200 meters away, Lithira and Brigantiea watched Avalerry closely, using a magic spell that allowed them to see clearly from a distance.
The sunlight reflected in their eyes, giving them an ethereal glow as the spell worked its magic.
Her gaze was fixed on her, the one and only ice dragon in Euclair Village. Lithira couldn't stand her flashy silver hair—she found it ugly and that blue eyes she wanted to gauge it.
She had been following Avalerry for the past week, hoping to catch her doing something wrong or find some weakness that would make Lucien see her in a different light.
But so far, nothing. The ice dragon seemed annoyingly perfect.
"Just give it up, Lithira," Brigantiea sighed, watching her daughter fume. "She knows we're watching her. She's not going to slip up."