Chapter 72: Red Dragon
When the figure reached the fence, she pulled back her hood.
Silver hair spilled out like moonlight made flesh, cascading past her shoulders. It shimmered faintly in the muted light, each strand catching the essence of dawn’s approach.
Kaelor blinked, briefly caught off guard.
"What are you doing outside at this hour?" he asked, his voice steady but puzzled, the sword still in hand.
The woman’s lips curved faintly, her eyes lit with something close to delight.
"Mildred should be awake by now. I promised to aid her in cooking today," Vi said, her voice light, holding an odd note of excitement that seemed almost foreign.
Kaelor raised an eyebrow. "You... want to cook?"
"Of course." She tilted her chin upward, a hint of pride blooming in her expression. "Once Mildred finishes preparing the meal, I shall taste it, to ensure it’s fit for consultation."
Kaelor’s expression soured immediately. The slight narrowing of his eyes, the twitch in his cheek, he couldn’t hide it.
So that was her idea of aid. Not chopping, not stirring, not washing, just... tasting.
He should’ve known.
As she stepped through the short wooden door, small enough that it only reached her abdomen, her eyes lingered on him. There was something else in her gaze now.