"The air feels wrong." Samael's voice pierced the casual rhythm of their march. Her words didn't carry any urgency, however. "Could it be…"
She didn't stop moving at first, but her expression dulled for a moment, eyes searching the air like it had yelled something directly to her.
Kivas glanced at her former-dragon girlfriend, head tilted. "Did something happen?"
Samael didn't answer immediately.
She paused, gaze fixed ahead like the wind might offer explanation.
After five seconds, she resumed her steps without elaboration. "It's nothing."
"Suspicious…" Kivas widened an eye and a brow, placing index and thumb on her chin. "Is there really not a thing that you want to say?"
"I merely had a premonition, or some kind of hunch, but it barely grasped anything and was built upon no foundation to prove its credibility."
"So your instinct is telling you something, why don't you tell us what that is?" Azulus chimed to the discussion, maintaining a casual walking speed ahead.
