Conversation
"You… you didn't happen to have some mysterious woman, a ghostly figure, a spirit-like existence guiding you in secret, did you?"
"What?" he blurted out, his brow furrowing. He wasn't angry, just utterly bewildered. Of all the things she could have asked, this was the last thing he'd expected.
Azalea cleared her throat and leaned in slightly, her expression unusually serious. "Did you or did you not?"
"No! Obviously not!" Lumien exclaimed, throwing his hands up in exasperation. "Why would you even ask such a ridiculous question in the first place?"
Azalea's sharp gaze softened, and she waved her hand dismissively. "Just wanted to make sure,"
Then, without missing a beat, she continued, "So, what's your plan from now on that you're an Aspirant?"
"Huh?" Lumien was caught entirely off guard by the sudden change in topic.