Chương 16: The Good Witch of the Lake
Harij's next visit falls on twilight.
The moon rising in the sky is the spitting image of a cat's claw. In contrast to the faint moonlight, the starlight shines brightest. The streams of thin clouds create a Yin Yang over the forest.
Harij quickly moves through the woods in order to avoid total darkness.
The bell rings—Chirin—announcing the visitor. Roze quietly peeks across the window and spots a silent lantern glowing on the pier.
Seeing the silhouette of the man waiting for her, Roze's chest throbs.
The light from the lantern inches nearer—swaying like spirit fire.
To describe her current state; she's as calm as an invaded hen who's eggs are about to be snatched away. She opens the wardrobe—among them, is a viridian blue robe gifted by Tien the other day.
Although the petal-like texture can't currently be seen, the tailoring is still exquisitely. The silk thread embroidery along the hem displays impressive details. Truly, she's grateful to Tien.
This is going to be her first time wearing the robe before another
At the same time, she also doesn't want to create the impression she dress-up just for him.
Hesitant, Roze stows the robe back at where it belongs—the back of her closet. Although not before feeling the smoothness of the fabric with her hand.
I'm sorry, Tien… I still don't have the courage to put it on…
I do want Harij to remember me, yes.
But not as a try-hard witch who doesn't know the slightest about fashion yet pretend she does…
—Chatan, Roze hears another sound—that must be his boat docking at the pier.
Roze dusts off her shabby, old robe with a few pats. That's all she needs to do. She then looks in to the water jar—at her own reflection. Noting that her cheeks and complexion are fine, she walks to the front door.
Nervousness assaults her almost immediately. She starts counting in her mind to calm herself, but once she reaches six, feels a presence at the door.
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