Aestrea Against The World (V)

Phew~

The wind outside had calmed, but inside the large military tent, tension hung in the air like a storm waiting to explode.

Zeva stood near the war table, her arms crossed, one brow lifted slightly as Aestrea stepped back in through the tent's flap.

She didn't say anything at first. Just stared at him with those sharp green eyes of hers, locking onto his face with the precision of a hawk.

His expression was pretty much unreadable.

But not to her.

"…You're angry," she said after a moment, her voice was surprisingly quiet.

Aestrea paused mid-step after hearing her words, and he quickly rebuked.

"No."

Zeva smirked faintly.

"Liar."

He didn't respond again,

She took a step forward, her boots softly tapping against the dirt ground beneath them.

"You're thinking about something... something that bothers you a lot, after all, your aura's much thicker than usual."

Her smile widened slighly.