There are moments in during these harsh times that may deceive people that the War is just a nightmare and that all one has to do is wake up and it won't be there. Leonhardt is having one of those moments right now as he stares at lake and admires the reflection of the nighttime sky within it. It's almost like the lake itself is another sky with how serene it is and even the shooting stars can be seen clearly as they pass by within the open space of the night.

"Don't wander off too far," the familiar voice of Zerva pierces the moment and immediately Leonhardt turns to face him, "we are expecting some hostile encounters in every corner we go."

To Leonhardt, there is some irony to the way Zerva talks to him considering their hostile start. Syriums like Zerva usually hate humans and it almost leads to bloodshed, but with what they have gone through, Zerva saw pass his hatred and acknowledges that Leonhardt isn't like the ones responsible for the tragedy he had experienced in his lifetime.

"I will make sure to heed your warning, Zerva."

"Best that you do."

For a moment, there was an awkward silence as Leonhardt turns his attention back to the lake and Zerva merely stands there doing the same thing.

"Fyuria often wanders to places such as these to clear her mind. I had the thought I would find her here."

Leonhardt's ears perk up from the mention of Fyuria's name; secretly, part of him wished he found her here as well. "Have you seen Fyuria, Zerva?"

"No. Not for some time."

Fyuria watches intently as Luana adds more ropes to her predicament. Having tested the rope work for quite some time, Fyuria remains like a statue as her captor's delicate but effective hands work on threading the rope around her shins, making sure that she keeps her legs into this vulnerable and confining position.

"This work reminds me of dancing," the narration wasn't necessary as well and Fyuria narrows her eyes being forced to listen, "while tedious and most definitely demanding, if done right, one will be gifted with such a gratifying reception from the audience."

With a gleam in her emerald eyes, Luana pulls on the end of her rope, constricting Fyuria's shins together, reaffirming that her legs will remain in a lotus posture with her knees pointing outward. With one final expert knot, Fyuria's sitting position is finally sealed to Luana's liking.

"Oh come now, Fyuria, won't you give me an applause for my hard work?"

"Auhahu uhihfh ufh!"

Are the first few 'words' that Fyuria had attempted to let loose ever since she came to the realization that the bit wedged between her teeth are doing an adequate job keeping her ability to communicate unintelligible. Though the moments of silence had to be broken with such taunting coming from the Lucrellia idol. Though aside from a few garbled words and some futile struggling, Fyuria can't do much but take Luana's mocking into full view. With the expert way Luana had placed the ropes all over Fyuria's body, the Syrium should give her an applause since she isn't going anywhere at all except remain seated in this tent; bound, gagged, and unable to defend herself against Luana's attacks (vocal and physical). Though giving her rival praise for rendering her completely helpless isn't in her capability; besides, Luana knows that the way she tied Fyuria's hands behind her, the act of clapping them is completely out of picture. In fact any movement that can help Fyuria is taken away due to the bondage placed intricately and expertly all over her.

"I've said it before and I'll repeat it so that I may drive the point," the act of grazing her leather covered hand on Fyuria's bare legs forces the Syrium to test her bonds again, "you are absolutely breath taking like this, Fyuria: Helpless," from her thighs, Luana skims her hand on the hem of Fyuria's skirt, "quiet, and…" travelling farther up, Luana stops right in the middle of Fyuria's navel, grazing the form of the pink rope that is shaped like a diamond due to the rope work. "Away from Leonhardt."

Fyuria's eyes widen, "Ufh cehnhfihch ahnn funnihvihng fhchahihfhuch! I uhihnnn... I uhihnnn gehfh ufh fuch fhihch!"

At first Fyuria's constant effort in pulling and thrashing against the ropes were due to Luana's ominous touch, but the moment Leonhardt's name left her mouth, Fyuria's temper ascended to new heights which fuels her fatigued and unable body to fight fervently against the ropes that defined her posture. Such struggling causes Luana to lean away, half amused and half frightened. For a moment, it almost seemed like Fyuria would have had the strength to break free of her bonds; but of course such effort puts the Syrium back to her defeated posture, bowing her head and catching her breath as best she can through the leather bit between her lips.

"Oh don't be so sad," Luana taunts as she grabs another line of pink rope, "I don't intend to leave him without some sort of company. Nor do I intend to leave you without anything to think about, Fyuria."

Fyuria's facial expression is mixed with both anger and fear as Luana pulls on the pink rope with a devious grin in her face. It seems that her plans for Fyuria has yet to come to an end.

To Be Continued.