Somewhere In The Night

Everywhere she looked. 

Lovers were an extremely peculiar sight. 

Among all, they acted the most unusual, the most different. 

They were like children. Like younglings clinging inseparably to their mother… only except to each other. They were all like this. Perhaps that's what made them interesting. 

Adalia found them interesting.

There were so many of them. At night, in the blowing cold, she kept finding them, she kept watching them… and she kept learning from them. 

Of course, she made sure to keep at bay, to remain unnoticed, and even within the expanse of the open city, weaving through bustling streets, she found herself not having to exert much effort to do so. 

Unlike the provinces of Kronocia, nobody kept a wary eye to the presence of her among them. She had never been used to roaming out in plain sight, so being able to do so, to find a chance to step out the shadows of the pale moonlight, she felt… it was nice.