The man noticed movement in the distance just as a lovely, sweet voice called out to him.
"Harran? Is the boy here yet?"
A woman with long, flowing golden-brown hair approached, her steps graceful and serene. She wore an ethereal silk gown that shimmered with every movement, the fabric draping elegantly around her form. The gown accentuated her full bust and slender waist, flowing down to sway gently with her graceful hips, and trailing behind her in a soft, silken train that glow with a faint inner light. Her presence was breathtaking, like a living embodiment of beauty and grace.
Harran swallowed hard, quickly sitting down to cover Javier's unconscious form behind him. He rubbed the back of his head, letting out a sheepish laugh.
"Umm… I'm… err… still waiting for him."
The woman tilted her head, her eyes scanning the area with quiet curiosity. She raised her palm gracefully, a soft glow flickering around her fingers before she lowered it.
