Haru waited on a bench while Lilithine searched for her notes on consecration.
The shadows of the buildings behind created a comfortable environment amidst the absurd heat of the Capital; the only breeze came from the surrounding trees.
Students from the Cathedral hurried to find out why the bell had been rung. It was an emergency.
"Papa..." Yukihime said beside him, "...will Lilithine be my next mother?"
Haru leaned against the bench, watching the birds fly by—seagulls, pigeons, a few crows.
He tilted his head slightly, looking at Yukihime, who was in the same pose as him, leaning back, legs dangling, hands in her lap.
He smiled, pondering, "How did I have a daughter so young...?"
"Do you want her to be your mother?"
Yukihime tilted her head, mirroring Haru's gestures perfectly.
"I don't... know..." she thought aloud. "She's nice. I want her to teach me more magic."
