The long weeks spent away from Bastion, aboard the Renkl, had been very valuable to Syrenia. She had learned a lot as a soldier and in a way, she believed that giving time to Racheal to consider her unexpected confession, the day prior to her departure. The Empress's daughter didn't regret having told her friend how she had fallen in love with her, and she had kept close to her heart Racheal's words that no matter what would happen, they would still be friends.
She had missed Racheal more than she would have thought possible. She had thought it wouldn't be that bad, but being unable to speak to her friend and spend time with her had been difficult.
And yet, she had felt a little afraid of seeing her friend again once back to Ravelin. In a way, she was terrified of what Racheal might have decided.
Dressed in black and blue, she reached the corner of the streets in downtown where they had agreed to meet. The wind blew into her cropped brown locks and she pulled the collar of her black jacket up. She knew she had arrived early, but she hadn't done so on purpose. She'd just wait and hope she wouldn't suddenly get scared and walk away.
She had missed Racheal more than she would have thought possible. She had thought it wouldn't be that bad, but being unable to speak to her friend and spend time with her had been difficult.
And yet, she had felt a little afraid of seeing her friend again once back to Ravelin. In a way, she was terrified of what Racheal might have decided.
Dressed in black and blue, she reached the corner of the streets in downtown where they had agreed to meet. The wind blew into her cropped brown locks and she pulled the collar of her black jacket up. She knew she had arrived early, but she hadn't done so on purpose. She'd just wait and hope she wouldn't suddenly get scared and walk away.
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