About Freedom

"Let's go somewhere else. I don't want anyone to overhear our conversation." Blour took a glance down at Sally before drifting down lazily from the tree that he was perched on. He then turned and made his way deeper into the square.

Sally hesitated momentarily before following behind him.

"Father, are we still not going to bed?" Amy yawned as she looked at Mag, who was standing at the restaurant's entrance.

"Coming now." Mag closed the door before picking up Amy and Ugly Duckling in his arms, and making his way upstairs.

There wasn't really anything that he could do about Sally at the moment. He simply wasn't powerful enough at present, so he could only keep a low profile and let Sally make her own decision.

"What do you want from me? If you're trying to persuade me to go back to the Wind Forest, then you can forget it. I won't go back." Sally looked on with a cold and wary expression at Blour, who had stopped in front of a patch of flowers.