Chapter 483 - 482. Spinning Lies Is My Second Nature (1)
The next morning, Ocean was lounging on a plush velvet chaise in his room, legs sprawled comfortably over the length of the chaise, a dreamy silence hanging in the air. Sunlight streamed in through the tall windows, casting warm golden patterns across the marble floor. Seated nearby on an embroidered cushion was little Sol, his legs crossed and a large book open in his lap, though his wide golden eyes kept drifting back to Ocean every now and then.
"Here," Miri said with a teasing smile, holding up a glistening green grape between her fingers. She leaned in slightly, offering it to Ocean with the gentleness of someone far too used to spoiling him.
Ocean, without glancing up, parted his lips obediently and accepted the grape. He chewed lazily, reclining further into the cushions like a pampered cat.
Across the room, Davian let out a long yawn, stretching his arms above his head until his joints popped. He looked mildly disgruntled, as if waking early wasn’t part of his skill set.
Meanwhile, Arian stood by the long table, fingers gliding over the surface of the communication device with focused precision. His eyes orange, so unlike Sol’s in temperament, flicked once toward Ocean in quiet disapproval.
The three had shown up at dawn—unannounced, as usual—after Ocean failed to appear at the grand evening ball the night before.
Not that it surprised anyone.
"It was a drinking party," Ocean had said flatly earlier, "Why would I go?"
And honestly, none of them could argue with that.
Since they had already eaten breakfast and had nothing particularly pressing to do, the atmosphere in Ocean’s room was languid and lazy. Miri had taken it upon herself to continue doting on Ocean, now feeding him neatly sliced fruit as he lay draped across the couch with a mound of soft cushions supporting his head and neck.
Davian lounged nearby, legs stretched out and arms crossed behind his head, looking every bit as relaxed as he was bored. Arian, on the other hand, was anything but idle. He stood near the far table, his fingers nimbly gliding over one of the magic communication devices set out earlier, inspecting it with quiet curiosity.
"Is this really capable of connecting you to your people in Sestia?" Arian asked, eyes narrowed in analysis.