Hilde, Aeonia
It was Friday night. Macaron, Glacier, and I were staying at the penthouse suite in Azalea Inn.
I had no choice but to let Glacier tag along with me since Macaron kept teasing him about how he always got to hang out with me. So here we are, Macaron and Glacier were currently eating—again—while I sat on the balcony, staring at the streetlights wrapped in beautiful colors. The residents were busy decorating the streets, preparing for the festival that would take place the next day.
I wanted to let Macaron and Glacier play outside, but I knew that the people would only scream and freak out, especially if they saw Glacier. His presence often startled people, and I didn't want to deal with the chaos that would ensue. Instead, I took a deep breath, letting the cool night air fill my lungs as I leaned against the balcony railing, lost in thought.
