Morielle stared at the front yard of the temple. There were only a few leith around, which was a bit odd. It used to have more than a dozen whenever she was here, even at dawn. What was even more bizarre was the only pair of expensive, shiny boots at the entrance of it. She entered the praying area where she could talk to the gods. She also left her boots, next to the lone pair she found.
Her brows already met when she recognized who was seated on the floor with his legs stretched in front of him, and his hands were planted at his sides, as if he was watching an entertainment in a laid-back manner.
“What are you doing here, Raithen?” she asked and sat crossed legs on the floor, at least half a dozen meters away from him. She thought she had to put a space between them. Just to be on the
