As I gaze at the crimson flowers, a strange sensation stirs within me. Their glowing petals, curling like delicate spirals, seem… familiar. It's as if I've seen them before, not just in passing, but in a moment that lingers at the edge of memory, elusive yet insistent.
This pull, this quiet familiarity, tugs at my heart like a magnet drawing iron.
I trace a slow circle on the back of Eris's hand with my thumb, sending a silent signal
She understands instantly.
"Felicia, so you like it?" she asks, turning to me.
I nod, my movements deliberate, almost hesitant. "Yes… I think I do."
My eyes drift to Alvero, who watches us with calm attentiveness. "May I… speak to Eris alone, please?"
"Of course," he replies smoothly, bowing his head. "Take all the time you need. I'll wait outside."
Eris offers a polite smile. "Thank you. It'll just be a moment."
With a final nod, Alvero turns and steps out, the door closing behind him with a quiet click.
The room falls into stillness.
