Alterial

The truth is that Eirlys thought she had seen this... colour change before. And the funny thing was, it hadn't exactly been at a magic show or a street performance that was meant to dazzle everyone in the audience in exchange for a few scales. No... she thought she had seen Samsari do it. Only when she asked, all she got was evasions from her. -Uhm, this... before... did you have... violet... fur... like... a starry sky? -She had taken a lot of courage to ask her, and the truth was that Samsari's expression left her a bit confused. -I... I don't... I don't know what you must have seen, but certainly not that. -She answered carefully but... with a certain tension in her voice and a veiled warning that she didn't intend to continue the conversation. But... the pandra was sure that she had. Only... she didn't intend to keep insisting then. Why wouldn't Samsari want to... talk about it? That is, if... it was true. Which it must be. However, Eirlys nervously did not continue the

The truth is that Chrono used to... reread a lot about cooking tasks to her companion Hera. In fact, now that they weren't in the academy courses together, she missed her, because it had only been one step into the kitchens of the course and she realised that she had no idea what she was doing. Was it necessary to... cut the ingredients... mix them... put them on the fire...? It was hard enough for her to hold one of the knives that could be seen on the tables. Of course, Inio took one of them loosely to remind her that those were for the prime races, just as he was. The impling twisted her face slightly with ill-concealed annoyance. - I-I knew that... what I don't know is how you're so good at this... -It was true, Chrono couldn't believe her eyes at the sight before her. Inio, who was normally quite clumsy with everything, even in social matters, was a master in the kitchen. You would have thought that the vegetable mince in front of him must have been the sample and not the