Courting Death?
As Lucavion and Valeria stepped out from the guild's registration room, the bustling sounds of the adventurers' hall enveloped them. The moment the heavy wooden door closed behind them, a sudden blur of white fur darted through the air, leaping directly onto Lucavion's shoulder.
It was Vitaliara, her sleek, white fur gleaming in the soft light. She landed gracefully, her emerald eyes glinting with a quiet satisfaction as she perched herself, her tail flicking with ease. The connection between them was almost palpable, more tangible than it had been before, after the breakthroughs they had both experienced.
Lucavion glanced briefly at the curious onlookers before focusing on Vitaliara. [Seems you're in a playful mood today,] he teased, a hint of amusement in his mental voice, which resonated clearly within his mind.