"The only clue he got was that the Duke's youngest daughter supposedly has red hair. But really, which member of the Sauron family or its relatives doesn't?" Azalea shook her head in mild exasperation.
Lumien quickly understood what she meant. Red hair, though rare for most people, was almost a signature trait for the Saurons and their kin.
Completely immersed in his spiritual world, Lumien had been oblivious to his surroundings. So when he finally opened his eyes, only to find his sister standing mere inches away, imagine the surprise he was getting.
Her crimson eyes stared unblinkingly into his own from an uncomfortably close distance.
Damn it! How long has she been standing there?!
Lumien's mind raced as he broke out in a cold sweat.
Was she already here after I entered my meditation state, or... was it even earlier?
He prayed fervently that it was the former.