The cushions were soft against his weight. A dreadful silence haunts the room, making anyone within fear for what was to come. The afternoon light softly brightens the room like the pleasant glow of a lantern. There was no need for illuminating the area with the lights that hang from the ceiling. The brilliance of the windows was tranquil and slightly comforting.
Fortunately for Moulin, that is.
While his clean braided hair fell down his back, his head faced the tall windows. Thoughts swirling in his mind, fingers clasped, his captivating silver eyes quietly stares at the windowpanes exposed by the drawn crimson curtains.
"Ao!"
"Woof!"
The youth's brows drew together.
"Aoo!"