Sylvaris's eyes followed Lunara as she slipped away into the crowd, her cloak swirling behind her like liquid midnight. That faint smile she left him with lingered in his mind, gnawing at him.
It was confusing.
On one hand, it carried the air of dismissal — as if she was already moving on, leaving him behind like another failed recruiter. But on the other… it wasn't quite rejection. Not fully. Not yet. She swayed her hips deliberately as she walked, each subtle movement calculated. The fabric of her cloak parted just enough with each step to tease flashes of her toned thighs beneath the tight leggings, the sway hypnotic, daring him to watch.
And those final words still rang in his ears.
We'll see.
