93 The Grandparents (1/2)

Greyson still required a couple more days to recover full mobility in his limbs. Everything became stiff and weak after such a long time of rest. During these couple of days, Rosalie would continue to come and talk with him. She was not overly expressive, but she would still smile happily when they spoke. Greyson could feel that they were compatible and could find things to talk about easily. They both were not talkative, so sometimes they would just sit in peace doing their own things. She would read and he would keep exercising his body in order to recover. One of the days, Greyson was feeling especially happy so he took out Mesmer and began to play a relaxing tune. Beautiful flute notes carried through the breeze around the mountain and allowed unknowing bystanders to sit in and listen. Charmed by the beautiful music, Rosalie closed her eyes and savored the calming music as she sipped her tea. Eventually, the song finally ended and Greyson pulled the flute from his lips. There was a faint atmosphere of disappointment as everyone, including Rosalie, wished for the music to continue.

”You still play the flute? You said you originally learned from your teacher back in the Dalia Kingdom, right? What was his name again?” Opening her eyes again, Rosalie turned towards Greyson while questioning him.

”His name is Carlyle. Music is another conduit with which I can cast spells. I find that I really cannot give up this hobby, I still paint in my free time as well.” Showing a small grin, Greyson felt himself reminiscing about his silly old teachers. Maybe he would be able to go back and visit them soon. He was sure that they would be really happy with his improvement.

”I also learned two side occupations.” Rosalie suddenly mentioned.

”Really? Which ones?” His interest piqued, Greyson quickly concentrated his attention in his sister.

”Dancer and physician.”

”Dance?” Greyson shot her a confused look. Physician, he could understand. Elves were normally highly talented in healing even without the light element, plus his sister had helped that one bandit heal his wounds before so he already assumed, she had skills in that area. Dancing, however, was a rare occupation that not many took up. Most people who learned were females and usually dancing held the connotation of being used by women to momentarily bewitch their viewers. The women who learned were usually similar to Ezra in demeanor: seductive and flirtatious. Glancing at the cold and emotionless expression on his sister's face, he could not see her enjoying dancing at all.

”Hmph! Don't think I don't know what you're thinking! Only you dirty men think of the occupation as only used for things like that. A lot of respectable dancers use this art to express. It also helps in fights because it trains my flexibility and balance.”

”Well, we should put on a performance sometime then! I will play the music and you can dance. I would really like to witness how amazing your dancing abilities are.” Letting loose a cheeky smile, Greyson put forward his idea.

”Performance? Hm, I have never danced in front of anyone except my teacher before. I could dance for you, but I don't plan on letting anyone else watch... Who knows what kind of ideas those dimwits would get if they saw that I could dance?” At first Rosalie mused the idea with a smile on her face, but as a thought passed through her mind, her expression once again turned dark. Greyson could not help but frown when he saw his sister's troubled expression. He was about to ask her about it, but she spoke up before he could.

”Enough about this, tomorrow I will take you to see our grandparents, make sure to get up and make yourself look presentable.” Her cold expression disappearing, Rosalie winked back at his mischievously before almost running out of the door. Greyson felt frustrated that she would not let him in on her struggles, but he was glad to see that she seemed to let her guard down around him. Whenever he saw her before the most she would show was a warm smile, this was the first time that she showed such a lively and childish expression.

...

Early the next morning, a light knock sounded from the door.

”Come in.”

Rosalie heard the answer and slowly opened the door. What greeted her at first was Greyson's back, however, he quickly turned around to greet her. When he swung his body around, Rosalie couldn't help but stare a little. Greyson was sporting a new robe he received from the tribe that was white with purple lining. His long white hair was loosely tied back with a purple rope. His light purple eyes still showed signs of cute drowsiness as his long eyelashes fluttered to keep open. He was her brother, but even she had to admit that he was very good-looking. Simply someone that anyone would want to bring around to flaunt. Thinking if this, she smirked a little before hooking her arm around his.

”Alright, looks like you are ready. Let's go.” Pulling her slightly dazed brother, Rosalie quickly led them out of the room and onto the outside of the cave. The dragons all lived relatively close to each other and took up a large percentage of a mountain range. Right now, Greyson was staying on one of the mountains inhabited by the Snow Dragon tribe. All along the mountain are manmade caves for the tribe members to live in. While they were ”caves”, each one was exquisitely made with windows and beautiful interior. Greyson's housing was slightly high up so he had a good view of the mountain from the window, however, seeing the surroundings up close made him gasp in admiration. The entire mountain range was blessed with high mana and element density, thus allowing beautiful and plentiful vegetation to continue to grow. Other than the very top of the mountain which was cold and snow covered, the rest of the mountain was filled to the brim with life. In the midst of his awe, Greyson suddenly stopped to look around after feeling multiple piercing glares. Noticing the owners of the glares were all men and they were all staring intently at where his sister's arms were wrapped around his. Easily inferring the origin of their anger, Greyson wanted to cry but had no tears. Obviously, they were siblings, he was not their love rival. He could not help but feel unfairly wronged. Subtly, he tried to pull his arm away from hers so that he would not keep inviting unnecessary hate, but his attempts were all stopped by the vise grip of his sister.

”My sweet younger brother, should you not help your older sister discourage her suitors? The brother should learn to protect his pretty sister, right?” Keeping her voice low so only the two of them would hear, Rosalie explained her unwillingness to let go. Rolling his eyes, Greyson did not think much of her words.

”I think I'll die under their murderous glares before I can protect you.”