Sakuramoria

“Oh, don’t worry, I still remember how I ended up here,” Leyla assured her companion, nodding towards the staircase nearby. “Unless you were planning on taking a walk anyway.” In a slightly different situation, despite the young man’s rather unusual accessories, the Ta’mani might have been willing to engage in a conversation about magical sciences. Or she might have inquired about the magical staff hanging on his back. But now, she had put herself in a rather awkward situation, and it would be best to get to her room as soon as possible and catch her breath. Perhaps her mysterious neighbor was already waiting for her there.