'You're back…How…'
Eyes darted on the pristine gemstone, although azure color faded and gone with the wind. Anasthasia's mind was in turmoil after she summoned all of her remaining courage to face him.
For the first time in thousands of years, she sensed dread and feebleness that coursed through her veins. But shock awashed her face the moment he saw his figure.
Anasthasia almost let go of 'Seraphine,' hand quivered as he reached out to him.
His bob haircut, of glossy brown curls, fluttered in the afternoon's breeze. His white sleeveless garment draped, made of a single piece of satin, loosely covering the torso down to his knees. Golden belt and rings buckled his hips and accented around his left toned arm, respectively.
Her eyes couldn't take off from those wings of his, unbridled by the wind, and cast a shadow on their stature.
'Wait… Eight wings…'
All of them were awestruck.
