[ Chapter 4]"Hmm..."
"Hmm..."
The sound of a song being hummed gently traveled throughout the area. A soft and slow paced song, that didn't disturb the peace that was nature. Instead of being an intruder, the humming was akin to a guest, being welcomed, complimenting the fields. Soft and gentle was the song, just like the one who hummed it. Their steps were as gentle as the soft breeze that blew against the grass.
Merlin, the magus of flowers found herself walking, almost aimlessly, seemingly content with her surroundings, moving with the wind like a flower being blown. A calm content smile on her face, her eyes partly closed. The woman was akin to a delicate flower, undisturbed at whatever she may face. Yet, this woman had a goal in mind, her walk and song weren't without direction. Coming up to an open space that was without grass, she found what, or rather who she had been looking for.
"My, you certainly belong to the earth, Y/n boy. I'm sure even Gaia would welcome you." Merlin said to herself, a soft giggle escaping her.
Several feet away from her, was dear Y/n and Sif. The man who was dressed in borrowed clothes, was on the ground, leaned up resting his back on SIf, who was at her true size. The duo of master and pet seemed to be resting, probably asleep. Still the male looked like he belonged there, as if he and the earth were one in the same. A feeling of amusement seemed to find itself in the eyes of Merlin who weighed her options.
Fufu~. How cute, he looks almost like a child, well he is still young. Hmm, I don't believe it would be wrong for me to take a look at what he's dreaming about, now would it? ...But I don't believe I'll get just a warning this time. My, how annoying, why won't you stop being such a hard book to read, Y/n boy? Merlin thought, a small frown appearing on her face as she opened her eyes fully. The experience of delving into Y/n's dream has left her with a sense of hesitancy at trying again. She would have to understand him a bit more before trying again. Still, she wasn't one to give up, especially for a person such as him.
Now, let's not give up so soon, with how peaceful he looks... I'd love to see what face he'd make if I ended his rest. Merlin's face seemed to lightin up, a feeling of mischief rose in her as she began walking up to Y/n, careful with her steps as not to alert him. She enjoyed playing pranks, messing with others. But, never liked messing it up, as that would ruin her fun.
Walking up to the red head, and bending down to where they were face to face. Merlin brushed away his hair strands. Positioning her hand in front of his temple, and pouring a bit of mana into her fingers...
"Oi! What the hell!?" Y/n yelled with a strong irish accent, as he and Sif quickly moved away, the redhead putting a hand over his forehead, which stung. Both he and Sif looked confused, darting their eyes around to find whoever had disturbed them. Soon the sound of giggling could be heard, making both look forward to see Merlin with a hand on her face.
"Now now, I merely wanted to wake you up, Y/n boy." Merlin, despite her sincere words, she clearly laced her voice with the amusement she was currently feeling. The embarrassed, frustrated look on Y/n's face made him look like a pouting child, something that Merlin enjoyed seeing.
"Woman..." Y/n said with annoyance, his eyes narrowed at Merlin. Why the hell had she woken him up, he thought. Ready to give out a wave of insults, the tenison in Y/n's shoulders suddenly left him. Merlin attitude, and contagious laughter seeming to push away and dull his irritation. Sighing, and crossing his arms, Y/n gave up on trying to be angry, instead looking at Merlin with skeptical eyes as he began walking up to her. Sif following behind.
"Yeah yeah, laugh all ya want. Now why the heck did ya have to do that? Is there something you need?" Y/n asked, curious.
Done with her games, for now. Merlin straightened her posture, looking up at Y/n with an all too charming smile.
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Fate/Lost Horizon [ Dogs of War]. Volume 1
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