(Amaia)
At least he spoke to me without getting angry and acknowledged me as a person—someone who cares for him.
This is not a small step, it's a giant one when it comes to my relationship with Mintaka.
A smile remains on my lips as I knock on the door to Alnilam's office, clutching the small gift I have gotten for him.
Happiness dances like little birds in my stomach. Everyone accepted the gifts from me, even Rahria but Alnilam is unpredictable.
"Come in!" His serene voice comes. Pushing the door open, I enter. Alnilam is standing near the bookcase, shuffling through the books.
His blue cape hangs behind him while his hair is held in a tight braid today. The ends of it move as if sensing me near and waving at me.
Sneakily I wave back at them and they just begin to swing his braid, left and right like an overexcited monkey swinging on vines in the jungle.
