The academy grounds were nearly deserted.
Where once the stone paths bustled with students rushing to lectures or sparring in the courtyards, now only silence remained—punctuated by the occasional chirping of birds perched in trees just beginning to blossom.
Spring had arrived.
Soft buds peeked from the skeletal branches, painting the air with the subtle fragrance of new life. The breeze was crisp, still clinging to the final whispers of winter, yet gentle enough to carry warmth on its breath.
Noel stood near the southern gate, clad in a dark navy noble coat tailored for travel. Silver buttons lined the collar, and the Thorne sigil had been stitched discreetly onto the sleeve. He looked calm, but his eyes carried the weight of too many thoughts.
At his feet, Noir darted playfully between his boots, tail wagging as she circled him with energetic curiosity.
Noel sighed and crouched slightly, running a hand over her soft fur.
'Elyra told me to wait here.'
