Please Don’t Fall In Love 40
It was late at night. Really late. The type of late where the moon settled in the sky and despite the days being hot, the nights were cold. The same types of nights where the choice of lullabies weren't actually lullabies but the sound of nature right outside your window.
Avina rested on her window sill. Her feet hung over the ledge and dangled lightly in mid-air. When she snapped out of her thoughts, she flung herself off and used magic to soften the landing. Off like the wind, she rushed to where the guild was.
The people of the guild had gotten used to the appearance of the seemingly weak girl. Now, when the sight of a clothed blue-haired figure appeared, everyone instinctively parted. It was Moses and the Red Sea all over again.
Avina nodded in approval. 'Seems Donolve warned these ruffians.'
5025 glanced around. In the eyes of these buff, muscular, can tear a bear in half men, there was fear. 'I don't think it's because of Donolve…'