Holding hands
After breakfast, the teasing from Aeliana's family still lingered in the air like a warm echo. I could feel Aeliana's hand brush against mine as we stepped outside, ready to head back to Leora's castle.
The morning sun was soft, not too harsh, casting a golden hue over everything. Aeliana stretched, looking relaxed, though there was a hint of rush in her movements. We were late well, she was late.
"Let's go before I'm even more behind," Aeliana said with a playful grin, nudging me.
I nodded and, without much thought, teleported us. The swirling energy buzzed between us, and in a flash, we were stepping into the familiar stone courtyard of Leora's castle. The moment we landed, the realization hit me: I hadn't held her hand during the teleport.
Wait, should I have held her hand? The thought bloomed unexpectedly, and suddenly, my entire focus shifted.