Recap: Our two lonely souls are parted now. Luna sits back at Aurem, and here I sit in Angelus. My mind draws me out to stare wistfully at the peak of Aurem’s red castle.

My lips turn upwards and a smile lands on my features as I yearn for Luna. The next reunion of our two lonely souls shall wait until a week before the strike of the Esoterics. They stayed true to their warning of a year before the war.

The months we must withstand before the battle will be spent alone as we wait again until we will reunite. My salted sorrow slips to the boards of the brown, barren floor as my senses tell me someone is looking at me. My body slowly slips around as I make eye contact with Rosa.

“Rosa, must I ask what you’re doing?” my tone drawls and is dense. “You and Luna are staring at each other like hopeless angels!” She deceivingly smiles, replying to me.

“Oh so comical, Rosa” I reply as I resentfully move my eyes to peer out the window.

“I beg of you to cease your infatuation with Luna and the Aurem house, Solis,” Rosa promptly addresses.

“What did you come to me for?” My foot swivels as my eye lay upon hers once more.

“I came with an invitation to dinner!” Happiness creeps upon her face.

“What makes you think I’d like to dine with you?” I shoot back.

“Please, Solis?” her nagging voice disrupts my thoughts.

“Why are you asking to have dinner with me when you could be asking Buro?” I make a very fine point, but the blank answer I receive answers my question instead.

“My sincerest apologies for the crass comments pertaining to you and Luna,” she surprisingly responds. “I wanted the apology to be private!” she adds as she glances at me, waiting for an answer.

“Apologies?” I look into her eyes as she nods.

“I owe you both some, but Luna is not with us now! I shall be in the dining hall. Oh please come before sunset,” she exclaims as my figure turns back to the window. I hear her shuffle out of my room as my feet guide me away from the sill.

My feet move in the direction of my stationery desk as a clean sheet of papyrus lies atop it with ink as the accompaniment. My fingers find the body of the pen as I pick it from the table, and my brain scrawls a letter for Luna.