In a dimly lit room, Syn sat before a holo-screen, its faint blue glow casting jagged shadows across his sharp features.
Syn's hazel eyes were focused, his jaw set, as he leaned toward the screen, where Vera's image flickered into view.
Her purple hair swayed gently, her violet eyes warm but searching, she wore her work attire, navy-colored captain's outfit .
"Vera," Syn greeted, his voice low but warm, a faint smile tugging at his lips. "You holding up okay out there?"
Vera's lips curved into a playful smirk, her head tilting as she leaned forward, her elbows resting on the console.
"Me? I'm supposed to be asking you that, Syn. You're the one playing spy in the Kingdom, dancing with danger, even now." Her tone was teasing, but her eyes searched his, worry flickering beneath her bravado.
