He sat down, and Glacielle sat to his left, as if water were finding its level. Marshal sat to his right, as if something were finding its place.
Octavia sat down across from him and watched the three of them with the look of someone who was pleased to see a system come into alignment.
There was a lot of unspoken tension in the air, but their arrangement gave them a strange sense of comfort. It seemed like each person was playing a role, and as the conversation picked up, the dynamics changed in small ways, showing how deeply they were connected.
"Ara ara... it seems I'm the only one here who feels left out," Octavia giggled, resting her cheek on her palm.
Her voice was so playful that it broke the tension, and Glacielle couldn't help but smile at her. "You're always welcome to join in," she said, her eyes sparkling with mischief as she pointed to the empty space next to her.
Octavia's eyes lit up with excitement at the invitation, and she moved closer, interested.
