Chapter Cornelia: Crescent Sun

Daybreak at Dusk

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The starry nights... It's as beautiful as ever...

Small pollens glowing in gold are casually drifting around the area. Only the divines above the heavens know where they emerge from, though I find its faint light coupled with the graceful campfire along with the bedazzling view of the night more than elegant.

I stretched my arms as I placed both of my open bare palms near the blazing, orange campfire swaying in place. Then I clasped them together, nuzzling them together to fight the chilly temperature breathed by the chilly weather. Placing my mouth between the space of my clasped hands, I gasped and inhaled with my teeth clenched and with my tongue pointed at the ridge of my lower teeth; I blew the air I've gathered.

"Despite the change of sceneries, it's still quite cold here, huh?" I softly whispered to the boy sitting beside me. He responded with a silent nod and proceed to do the same actions I did earlier. Our conversation started and ended there. We just unconsciously gazed our jaded eyes at the burning flame enlightening the whole area along with the glowing golden pollens floating around the air above.

I find the little cinders sprouting from the campfire quite intriguing. "It's so bright..." I blurted out as I remain to bask in the warmth of the flame's presence with my constant puffing.

Coupled with the breezy wind from the north and the calming sound from the campfire, the environment here is really soothing my mind. This secluded forest is as quiet as an empty shell...minus the two over there having a disordered conversation on how to pronounce names, that is.

"Heh..." I snickered without noticing. "You know, the two of you bear some sort of uncanny resemblance," I say as the two of them look so different yet they remind me of each other.

Again, he responded with no answer. Instead, he just quietly grinned at me, then shifts his attention back to the cloth-wrapped keepsake he's been accustomed to since the beginning.

While the atmosphere feels so tranquilising, the boredom circling around the air is beginning to be a pain in the shoulders. So I started another conversation with this boy.

"Ahem!" I cleared my throat out of nervousness. "Um... If you don't mind me asking for the... I don't know, how do you plan to retrieve your memories back? Where do you plan to go next once the dust has settled? You can't just keep following us and pray to regain them back. I-I don't mind if you're coming with me till the end too, of course."

The stoic boy with the short, black unkempt hair didn't respond to me. He didn't make any sort of body gestures as well that could hint at an answer. He just closed his eyes and thought calmly of my answer. His face kind of looked a bit stressed there for a moment.