Titania frowned, her gaze narrowing with a sharpness that belied her languid pace. The morning sun, still dragging itself over the trees, cast a slant of light that caught in her eyes, painting the blue of them with a deeper edge. Something tugged at the corner of her senses not a danger, but a change, a shift in presence that bristled faintly along the curve of her neck.
"My lady?" Misty's voice reached her gently, laced with habit more than alarm. She had noticed too, the slight stiffening of Titania's stride, the focused tilt of her head.
But Titania didn't answer her. Instead, she moved closer to the source of her curiosity, the one walking at the front with that quiet weight he always carried, the one whose steps had changed just slightly, as if the very earth treated him differently now.
"You there," she called out.
Ludwig turned his head, not sharply, but with a calmness that was in itself suspicious. "Yes?"
