Sprites

"What are you sneering about?" Clara looked at Dyon with an exasperated expression. Whenever he made that face, there would always be trouble. There went her plans of having a nice, leisurely vacation. 

Dyon and his wives currently sat at the very top of the Sage Tower as they had during the first mission gathering. Others might be deferential to the Sprite Alliance, but Dyon felt no need to be. 

"Oh, nothing." Dyon said with a smile. 

"I hear old bones crack pretty easily, take it easy old man." Clara said. 

Dyon looked over, but his expression didn't seem annoyed. In fact, his gaze was quite soft. 

Clara blinked. "Why are you looking at me like that?" 

"Oh my, is that our resident tomboy blushing?" Ri teased before ducking quickly to avoid a pillow Clara threw her way. 

A light and cheery laughter filled the penthouse suite, a stark contrast to the tense atmosphere below them.