At the thought, Aelira's face scrunched up slightly. She wanted to discard the thought. But the longer she stared at the dark-robed youth, the harder it became to shake off. He really had forgotten about her!
Unable to take it anymore, she rushed forward. Appearing before Ulric as she glared at him.
But with his head tilted, he didn't seem to notice her presence. Strange, Aelira mused, remembering his god-like reflexes when he was engaged in the middle of battle.
Clearing her throat noisily, he finally seemed to notice her as his head slowly turned. His gaze shifted to her.
As she stared at his face, Aelira's brows furrowed slightly. He appeared oblivious to what was happening. Had he genuinely forgotten or had she been overthinking all of this?
The more she pondered over it, the more it made sense.
Given how each weapon suited the wielder, there had to be a lot of thought process behind each of them. Had he been thinking which weapon was more suitable for her?
