Synopsis
Taydan spoke softly and extended his hand toward Hebe, but Hebe moved back again, same as before. Taydan's hand just stayed there, hanging in the air. "That nightmare you had... it must have been really bad," Taydan said, his voice low. His eyes were downcast and cold. After being pushed away so many times today alone, it wasn't hard to understand why he'd feel stung by it. Up until yesterday, Hebe had always stayed still when Taydan touched him. Even though it was spring, the forest at that hour was freezing cold. Taydan's violet eyes seemed to carry some of…
