In the meantime, in another location on the continent was a certain girl coming back from a mission and making a detour in a certain city.
The city of Whiterfill was built amidst the ivory fields of snow and is truly a technological display of wonder. Its charm is matched by the backdrop of monumental waterfalls which have helped shape the city into what it is today.
The climate these waterfalls brought were of great importance, but they were also influential when it came to architectural designs as the vast majority of buildings mimic the falling waters of those waterfalls, sometimes by having their man-made waterfalls.
The skyline is scattered with impressive buildings and more seem to be on their way. Daily life isn't too stressful in Whiterfill and it has attracted a lot of attention. Many new cultures have left their mark not just on the city's history, but also on the city's identity.
It's this multicultural identity that has truly left its mark. Hundreds of bistros, sandwich bars, and take-outs offer a plethora of culinary choices, and those who feel hungry for something else can enjoy arcades, sightseeing, sports activities, or one of the many other recreational venues.
Brunhilde stopped in this city on her way back from accomplishing a mission she had been given, as for why this particular city, it was simply because her master have once told her that this city is one of the cities he likes in the past. So, now that she got the chance she decided to stop by on her way back.
Brunhilde bought a house in this city.
From the outside, this house looks grandiose. It has been built with yellow pine wood and has white brick decorations. Small, rounded windows let in plenty of light and have been added to the house in a mostly asymmetric way.
The house is equipped with a huge kitchen and three bathrooms, it also has a snug living room, five bedrooms, a snug dining room, a bar, and a grand garage.
The building is rectangular shaped. The house is half surrounded by cloth sunscreens.
The second floor is the same size as the first, but part of it hangs over the edge of the floor below, creating an overhang on one side and a balcony on the other. This floor has roughly the same style as the floor below.
The roof is low and triangular and is covered with grey ceramic tiles. One small chimney sits at the side of the house. Several small windows let in just enough light to the rooms below the roof.
The house itself is surrounded by a well-kept garden. Grass, flower patches, and trees have been placed stylishly.
That night, Brunhilde had a dream, no calling it the manifestation of her deepest desire should be more accurate.
She was watching her body inside a lake while waiting for her master who had disappeared for a long time, her longing was making Brunhilde inside the dream sigh continuously until a miracle happened. Orpheus who should have been somewhere else appeared before she and time seemed to have stopped at that moment.
When their gazes met, the two beholders had different looks.
Her bright silver eyes were flashing with joy, longing, and other positive emotional ripples. She couldn't hide her happiness.
Meanwhile, the owner of the crimson eyes was stunned.
She lost her ponytail and her long silver hair cascaded down her back. Her skin's tinged in an attractive pink lush, maybe she's shy. The color went well with her white back.
Her silver eyes finished her pink and white palette superbly.
Her porcelain white skin is particularly noteworthy.
Whether it be her exposed shoulders, her bombshell body hidden under the water or her marshmallow jugs, Orpheus in the dream couldn't pull his gaze away from her.
This isn't the first time he got a close look at her jade body. Heck, he already dipped his banana in her fruit salad more than once. He seemed to be very familiar with every nook and cranny of her body. Still, his heart's racing out of control. A burning flame rose within his heart.
"Master…"
Brunhilde was still enraptured by Orpheus's figure. Her expression mellowed out when she saw her master.
She wanted to say a lot of things but her words got pressured by her intense emotions into a single diamond-like sentence.
"Welcome back…"
The Orpheus inside the dream flinched before he greeted her too. He gave her a warm smile after condensing his thoughts too.
"I'm back, Brunhilde…"
"Master…"
Brunhilde wasn't good at smiling. She's still very happy that he was back. She wanted to jump out of the water and tag behind him like she usually did.
Wherever he went, she would follow.
Obviously, she knew about her current position in the water but she forgot she was not wearing anything.
Splash!
She revealed her upper torso and Orpheus's eyes almost bulged out of their sockets. He yelled at her.
"Wait! Brunhilde!"
He held onto his nose and he tried to stop her from reaching the lakeshore.
Orpheus wasn't a gentleman, he's not a saint too. He's just worried her action might cause him to immediately ground and pound her.
She won't turn Orpheus love-filled ground and pound. However, if they reached that part, he's afraid he might forget his original purpose of coming here.
Firstly, he wanted to see her because he's been away from her for about seven months. Second, there are things he wanted to talk to her about privately.
Now, it's going to be a mystery to all but he why he chose this time to come see her.
He averted his eyes away from Brunhilde's beautiful figure. He bitterly chuckled.
"Don't come on shore yet, you still aren't clothed…"
It was at that moment, Brunhilde finally noticed her state, she blushed and her eyes were wavering with shame.
This was the emotional side she only showed her master Orpheus.
She buried herself back into the lake and she furtively glanced at him. He didn't go away so she sighed in relief. She felt slightly disappointed although she was not sure why.
He shook his head. Then, he turned towards her while scratching his cheek.
"I am sorry, Brunhilde…"
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