From the rooftop of one of the nearby houses, Monar rested while facing the landscape. Though he could not see, since he had no eyes and his eyelids were covered by a white bandage, the plants growing through the corners told him how everything looked.
He held a cup of hot black tea with a faint smile, and beside him, old Aslan did the same.
"This is very relaxing. It's been quite a while since I was able to take a break like this," Monar said. "To be honest, with the kids around me, everything is always noisy and unpredictable."
Aslan laughed.
"I understand perfectly. It's difficult taking care of the princess alongside Miss Ellegaard. They're both young women, and youth always brings intense emotions."
"How wonderful it is to be young. At least among my race, I can still be considered a young adult, but after traveling so much, I feel like an old man. No offense, of course."
