Whipping Wind

Caius looked away. He did not want to look at the dark blue-haired man's face any longer, or he would really do as he thought. It would be bad to disturb the little human girl's sleep.

A soft yawn disturbed Caius' thoughts. It came from the little girl in his arms.

He could not help but ask, "Vera, are you awake?"

"Hmm," Vera hummed. "Brother, good morning." She let out another cute little yawn, and she rubbed her eyes. She blinked to adjust her blurry sight, and what greeted her vision was the beautiful smile of a familiar dark blue-haired man.

It was then that she remembered that the three—Caius, Micah, and herself—had a sleepover last night.

"Good morning, Brother Micah," she said with a glowing smile.

Her sweet voice traveled to Micah's ears like the touch of a falling feather on his nonexistent heart.