Zheng Qing had heard that magical races such as Centaurs, Bull-headed Men, and fairies possessed modes of thought entirely different from those of wizards.
But no matter how magical they were, Luna Huiyin's way of greeting him by declaring, upon their first meeting, that she wanted to bear him a foal still caught the young teaching assistant off guard. He froze on the spot.
Out of politeness.
And out of habit.
Even in his dazed state, he did not forget to extend a hand, intending to shake the beautiful "Little Hoof" that had been offered before him, in order to preserve both their dignity.
But a hand reaching out from beside him interrupted the wizard's intention—Jiang Yu grabbed Zheng Qing's wrist and pulled it toward herself, stopping him from taking that little hoof.
Luna glanced at the witch again, a trace of displeasure appearing on her face.
"Good evening, Miss Luna."
Jiang Yu wore a friendly expression and spoke cheerfully, as if she had not noticed Huiyin's displeasure or heard her somewhat abrupt and impolite request just now. "...We've met before, haven't we? At the ball Miss Buyu held at Dark Blue Castle last August. I remember seeing you that day."
"Dark Blue Castle?"
A hint of hesitation appeared on Luna's face. She had indeed visited that Ghost Clan castle last August, but she truly could not be certain whether she had met the witch before her. After all, wizards' faces all looked rather similar to Huiyin, so she could only answer vaguely, "Um, I went with Elder Caisi last year..."
"What a coincidence..."
Jiang Yu smiled as she exchanged pleasantries. In truth, she did not remember whether she had met this Little Hoof last year. Perhaps they really had passed each other in some corridor of Dark Blue Castle,