Blackfeather Woods Hello Snake, its been awhile. Do you remember me?

The white princess lapped the water's edge, tasting the freshness of it. Despite the fact that it ran off from the Mire, the water was clear and cool. Potema licked her lips, raising her head from the river to observe the area once again only to land her sight on the albino boy right as he called to her. A sneer threatened to bare on her face, remembering the last time she met the insolent boy. His indignance was not forgotten by the white princess, but Potema realized that he was a young man now. He might have changed.

MIGHT.

A few days ago. She responded, angling her body towards him in order to face him. He was taller now, with growing muscles evident. Was he training to be an assassin? The role suited him (and she could not think of him as a priest, ever). And have you forgotten my name already? It has only been a few months.