Day of Declaration • 3

Aeric dismounted Sylver, the Silverwolf huffing softly as its thick, silver-tipped fur rippled in the sunlight which was not as bright as it had been back in the Starlight Region.

He tried not to pay too much attention to her, but Melina stood before him, her hands clasped tightly in front of her, her cheeks flushed.

When he adjusted himself after coming down, she got a bit closer and then greeted him shyly, her voice soft and almost hesitant.

"Hello, Aeric."

Before Aeric could reply, Delva, still astride her sleek mare, leaned down and smiled her usual sensual and Taunton smile, even adding a polite nod. "Good morning, Melina."

She said the 'leeeeenaaahhh' in such a dragged way that Aeric could tell she was obviously taunting him.

Even though they were not friends, Melina found herself smiling back although she was more interested in Aeric and his response.