Chapter Cornelia: Crescent Sun

Ravishing Flower - Savage Wolves and Salvaged Wolf

[Frei's POV]

The vibrant gleams of the white sky beamed through the glass windows and to my face, highlighting it like a bard amidst her spotlight on a stage. In tandem with the singing of the chirping birds nearby, I arose from my most peaceful slumber since that day of ruin.

I stretched my back and arms longer than my average morning stretches, perhaps twice as long even. Could this be due to the long, therapeutic rest I've had? I feel so refreshed and brimming with positive energy, after all.

"Ah...!" I gasped out after such a long stretch. To ponder I'd yearn to wake up with a pillow in my head this much under the morning's beaming smile... Here's me praying this won't be the last, and more will come soon.

Seeing our beloved sun high above the sky once again while tuckered above the cosy clouds, I uttered to myself, "I should check on Eclis and Eiros. I wonder how those two are faring. Perchance they're still sound asleep?"

I did leave Eiros' drunken bum under Eclis' care last night. I hope that didn't confer Eclis with too much trouble. That guy's already a pain while sober, I fear to imagine the atrocities he'll commit in such a barbaric state.

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As soon as I finished cleansing myself in the bath, clothing myself and then fixing and braiding my fluffy black hair in the mirror, I earnestly left my room and proceeded downstairs.

"Hm...?" I can hear gaudy chitchats and babbles coming from downstairs. The closer I get to the dining hall, the louder the noise gets. Mayhaps the lively noise is but a natural occurrence in this inn, with the many people coming in and out of their swinging doors.

In front of me is a wooden, mahogany door that connects the hallway for the bedrooms and the second floor of the dining hall of the inn.

When I opened to see what's the ruckus about, the first thing I saw from the balcony up here is the sight of a troubled middle-aged man walking all around the area, unable to calm his feet down.

Around the man in knees are people who are either stabbing the man with either their unwelcoming gazes, insults or both or people who are willingly ignoring his pleas, yet remaining near him to mayhaps hear more of his tale.

The man dons long, very messy brown hair as well as a beard as wild and unhygienic as his hair. His eyes were something else; they mark the colour of the gemstone amber. The man also bears a tall figure yet a very skinny one. But that isn't what really piqued my interest.