Avella'S Adventure In Prisalia
A Tiny Understanding

I don't want Avella to think too. In fact, while planning this conversation, he did not think about it at all. He observed the sad face of Thisaly, and thought that it might happen. As long as they studied with Madam Moon, her grades and Cysther were always on the chase. But overall, Cysther's grades were better. His friend also has extensive knowledge, and has good consideration to decide something. If Sun Sailor Camp is looking for a qualified Sailor, then it is likely that he will be eliminated.

“I'll cry,” said Avella honestly. His heart would break to pieces if that happened.

“Oh.”

“But after that, I'll be happy with him. You know, a girl has special powers, it's acceptance of the fate that befalls her. Cysther was my friend from childhood. Seeing him out exploring the world would make me happy. If he graduated, it would be because he trained very hard. Because, to be honest, his physical strength is not good. There's no way I could be upset after knowing his efforts. If he graduates this spring, then I'll catch up with him in the summer! It's okay if we're not a team during the trip, maybe that's the best. In this world, there is something that we sometimes cannot avoid, but can always teach us a lesson or good. That is destiny. All we can do is try well and accept the end result with a chest of air. And to be honest, having a friend as good as Cysther is more valuable than anything.”

Thisaly looked at Avella with her round eyes. Then her eyelids weakened. Her cheeks are also flushed. “I ruined guitar Xylia.”

Avella fell silent, then stroked Avella's hair. “Will you tell me why?”

“You already know? But how?” thisaly said in a panic, and then tears began to pour out. He hid his face behind his arm. “I'm so ashamed. I am so naughty and my heart is evil. I want to go home!”

“Thisaly, everyone made a mistake. And everyone must practice desperately so that their hearts may be good for life. And also, you're not naughty. Everything can still be fixed,” said Avella.

“Really? Even Mrs Moon?”

Madam Moon is a teacher who is known to be patient and kind. Avella nodded.

“Xylia plays her guitar beautifully, I admit. But I didn't expect him to be that good. Now my friends would rather listen to Xylia's game. I feel envious. But I've been trying to hold it in, but I can't! Every time I hear that guitar, I feel like crying. I was afraid he would take everything from me. I mean, the duchess cake from Mrs. Ellory, or the greeting during the village meeting. Then when I was practicing violin yesterday, he deliberately played guitar hard near me. I'm very upset. As he left it under the tree, I scraped the strings with a knife. Oh, I'm so sorry after that.”

So, that's why. Avella actually just guessed that Thisaly was related to the string of the guitar breaking off, because Xylia was very adamant when accusing him. The boy, though wild, but honest. And wouldn't accuse anyone without proof. Avella also thought that Thisaly had been too praised by the villagers, so the girl was afraid that she was not as perfect as the people were proud of. Before, he didn't feel it was dangerous. But once he found out, it was apparently very dangerous, and if left unchecked, a fatal event might happen.

During this time, Xylia and Thisaly also did not have a good relationship. Both were impressed to stay away from each other. Perhaps it was because Xylia was too dissident for Thisaly, and Thisaly was too much of a sycophant for Xylia. However, from thisaly's confession, it was likely that they admired each other.

Avella looked at thisaly's wet eyes gently. “Then you can apologize to him. You will be surprised by how you feel after being forgiven.”

“Apologies?”

“Yes! You can set aside your savings to buy him the strings. Then apologize sincerely. Besides, you don't have to be jealous of Xylia. Wouldn't it be more fun to have a friend playing music that's the same age?”

“I'll apologize to him, but what if he spreads what I did? He would be so happy because I admit it. I won't have any more friends.”

“I promise, he'll keep it a secret. Importantly, you just say everything honestly.”

Avella pinches Thisaly's cheek. “Yakin, very sure. Well, let's finish the tea. I'm gonna have lunch. We don't want your mother waiting for your return.”

The two girls enjoyed the remaining snacks and tea. Avella is rather guilty as well, making Thisaly's satiety close to lunch. Mrs. Icewings will wonder why Thisaly doesn't eat as much as usual. But let it be, the important thing is that the mission has succeeded.

“I'll tell Mr. about the basement. Fireboots. I hope he has a satisfactory explanation. I'm very curious.”

“Me too,” says Thisaly. “Can be the room is the party place of the forest fairies.”

Avella laughs. The imagination of a child is amazing. When the sun started to sting, they put small plates and glasses into the basket. They left the Meadow Shyskies, unaware there was a circle of grass higher than the surroundings. A pair of eyes watched the steps of the two girls leave.

Avella waved as soon as Thisaly stood on the terrace of her tree house. Then he walked back to Lilacbell Cottage.

This was certainly awaited by Liesl. He called Avella to the sewing room, then immediately asked, “Well, what did you do earlier?”

Unfortunately, Avella has promised to keep the conversation with Thisaly a secret. She can't say it, but she won't be satisfied if she's not told. So, Avella can only say, “Mom, the point is, if you see Thisaly and Xylia playing together, it's partly because of what I did today. I promise, if I'm done traveling as Sailor, I'll tell Mom.”

“That's serahasia? Haha. But if what you say is true, you have done the impossible.”

Yes, it is impossible. Because Thisaly and Xylia for the people of Acclais Village like the nature of water and fire.

Avella kissing Liesl's cheek. “Mother, I ride first, yes. Like I said, I've done a tough mission.”

Avella went into her room. Then climb the stairs to Ash's room. Instead of reporting the room to Mr. Fireboots, Avella decided to tell Ash first.

Ash was writing something on his desk. He only saw Avella at a glance, then returned serious with his work. Avella stepped up cheerfully, then leaned her chin on Ash's shoulder. “Hey, what did you write?”

“You really want to know?” ask Ash.

Avella nodded.

Then Ash unfolded his paper, which continued to open, until it reached the end of his room. His eyes kept a spark of cunning as he smiled while looking at the shocked Avella.

“ASH, WHAT IS THIS DEMONIC SPELL YOU WROTE?”