That night, I could not sleep.
The forest outside had fallen into silence, save for the occasional chirp of crickets and the distant howl of a lone creature. But something tugged at me, an itch, a sense of quiet restlessness I could not shake. I left the edge of my bed and tiptoed to the door, drawn by the faint light seeping through the narrow creak.
Peeking through the gap, I saw Ajax.
He sat alone at the table, a faint gold glow shimmering at his fingertips. His brows were furrowed in concentration, his expression sharp, focused his lips moved slightly, murmuring words I could not hear. Magic flickered like dancing embers in the air around him.
What is he doing? Is he practicing his magic? Or perhaps trying to relax himself using magic?
I leaned closer, curiosity pulling me in. for minutes, I simply watched, entranced by how different he looked when he was not teasing or sad. This side of him felt… distant. Almost burdened.
