"You said your name was... Aether, right?"
Iris followed the boy closely from behind, trying to figure him out, or rather, from where she knew him. She was sure she recognized him, so it was irritating that she couldn't find out where. Or was it just because he stood out among all the people of the Withered?
He was the only one who dared bear a light with him, his lantern sitting quietly near his waist; he didn't even let her get close. He wore this large cloak over him, but he could tell that his frame was small, yet at the same time quite well crafted.
Why was he so different?
"Yes, that is my name. But I've been meaning to ask, why do you want to personally go to the marketplace, princess?"
Iris stopped looking at him with surprise, and she tilted her head to the side.
'How does he know who I am? Never thought that someone from the Withered would know the royal family.
She cleared her throat, trying to find an answer.
"Well... I needed a relic."
