The Silver-Haired Mage
Past that night, a few more weeks followed, with them excitedly exchanging letters with one another, making plans for what they'd do when they met. It almost felt to him like he was planning a date, though he placed that thought at the back of his head.
For the others around the household, it was clear as day that he was excited for his plans as he chipperly did chores, even helping both his father and mother handle their own in addition to his usual ones.
At last, finally, it was that day–Celly arrived from the land of Vasmoria.
It was a bright morning; the clouds parted over Yullim as the azure skies persisted above with the lush fields of green grass welcoming in the figure who arrived over a hill, arriving from a ride on a carriage before departing from it.