"Master, you've got quite the rowdy bunch around you," Lavine said with a sigh, her voice ringing softly from my shoulder. "I can hear them all the way from here."
"Only Gramps and Dad are like that," I replied, suppressing a yawn as I fastened the buttons of my shirt.
The morning sunlight streamed through the frost-covered window, its golden warmth a stark contrast to the crisp winter chill beyond the glass.
Snow blanketed the open field outside, untouched except for the unmistakable footprints of chaos—my father and grandfather's morning sparring session.
Their voices echoed through the snowy air like thunder, accompanied by exaggerated grunts, laughter, and the occasional boom that shook the walls just enough to rattle a nearby vase.
It was just another typical morning in the household.
After my somewhat unexpected date with Liyana yesterday, I came straight home.
No side trips, no lingering thoughts—just quiet.
Or rather, quieter, compared to now.
