Your Eyes Are The Mirrors Of My Soul
It was afternoon when Damien entered the alchemy study hall where the practical classes usually take place. To him, it looked more like a courtyard one could relax during their leisure time.
But his eyes were pulled in by the sight of the sapphire-haired ethereal beauty sitting on a chair, reading a book with graceful poise.
The surroundings appeared to fade away as her beauty stole all the brilliance.
Her eyes were completely focused on what she was reading. Damien looked closer and saw that she was reading an old book on etheric flames, and there were other books about elemental seeds on the table.
Damien speculated that she must be going through these books again to guide him.
"You are right on time," Reva said coolly without even taking away her eyes from the book in her hands.
"Of course, how can this disciple dare to be late for the teacher I admire most?"