The home at night was lit by warm gas lamps. The reflections of its light on the glass resembled castle walls, firmly shielding Shade from the cold and gloom outside the window.
Having just finished her bath, the Blonde Witch walked back to the living room in her pajamas, her hair wrapped in a towel.
She looked up to see her youngest black-haired colleague moving the living room furniture against the walls.
Music was already playing throughout the house due to Thaumaturgy, while burning scented candles had been placed on the windowsill to create a romantic atmosphere.
Sylvia, who lately seemed increasingly full of youthful energy, smiled.
"Good evening, Vanessa. Shall we dance together later? Turn off all the lights and dance to the music amid candles covering the floor—this is the most romantic fantasy of most girls in their youth! Oh, and Shade can release some glowing butterflies. He's best at that."
The indignant female opera singer pointed out:
"I came first today. You have spatial powers and can travel from Wilundell to Vesta Woodland at any time, then come here through the Tree Hollow in the woods, but I'll soon be returning to Randall River Valley with Siris and the others."
She pointed at the bathrobe draped over herself:
"Look at what I'm wearing. Do I look like I want to dance? Sylvia, you came later. Whether today or in your relationship with Shade, you came later!"
Sylvia smiled without denying it. She was in an excellent mood anyway, because Vanessa was right.
Though it took her half an hour to come here, that was still better than being unable to come at all:
"Then I'll change the way we date. Shade and Little Mia have gone to Saint Byrens Comprehensive College. When he gets back, we'll turn