Mahinva's mouth drops open.

"I... thought I saw someone run by..." remarks the dumbfounded young woman.

She shrugs to herself and continues eating until she catches a glimpse of the figure running by yet again. This time, she drops her utensils.

"What the heck?! Temmon, am I going mad or did you see that too?" confusion is evident in her voice this time.

She doesn't wait for an answer sitting down. Instead, Mahinva walks over to the door leading from the kitchen to the yard, opens and crosses through the lintel. There, Mahinva waits for the running figure once more.

Mahinva's pajamas warm up in the light, causing her to regret choosing such long sleeved and legged sleepwear. Her morning-hair tussles in the light breeze, and she blinks and winces from the strain of summery light.