Her train of thoughts was suddenly interrupted by Chelvaric’s question of what topping she would like on her pancakes, in which she replied without much thinking,
”Do you have maple syrup? I prefer that one.” With that, she returned her attention back to the letter, wondering if she should accept the offer since she wasn’t sure if she should leave Baska yet, despite the fact that she had long overstayed in this town. Chelvaric, on the other hand, seemed to be willing to travel, assuming that they would return to Baska afterwards.
”I don’t know if I’d want to come back here again. There’s nothing in here, honestly,” she stated, folding the piece of paper and placing it on the kitchen counter just in case her lover might want to skim through the words.
Snowflake wasn’t one to remain in one location for too long, but here she was – in Baska, for at least two months now and surely enough, it was time for her leave.
”You’re right. It’s best if we take it now and I still have to check up on the guild.” Being a guild master wasn’t technically easy, since she was required to visit Blue Pegasus every now and then to ensure that everything was working perfectly – not that she minded, but the travels were really long. Hargeon was located miles away from Baska and the journey was bound to take more than a couple of days.
”We should start packing, sweet – once we finish our breakfast, that is.”716/1,500