"Urghh… Why is life so dreadful?"
Lying on a makeshift lounger crafted from well-crafted bamboo wood and expertly tied vines.
Noah groaned, his voice laced with exaggerated despair. His legs stretched up a little, and his toes curled inwardly.
The bright sun bore down directly over his head. Its rays filtered by the dark shades perched lazily on the bridge of his nose.
His feet were propped up on a rock table. One ankle resting over the other.
He had long discarded the cloak he had been wearing and now wore a loosely tied black kimono that fluttered in the air.
Opposite him, Elysia sprawled on her own lounger, arms dangling limply over the sides.
She hadn't changed outfits, but she had added a pair of tinted goggles that served no real purpose other than to add flair to her beauty.
