Evaline:
Out of ten, only two buses now stood in the quiet parking lot of the restaurant. The other buses were already on their separate ways, taking the first, third, and fourth years to their trip destinations.
It was barely half past seven in the morning.
The sky was clear now, washed clean by the night rain, and the early sunlight reflected off the restaurant windows. A faint smell of fried bread and brewed tea lingered in the air.
We still had more than an hour of travel left before reaching the beach resort.
Considering that Silver Moon Academy... and most of our packs... were nestled deep in the mountains, the idea of spending three whole days by the sea felt unreal. Cool wind, salty air, open horizons instead of towering cliffs and endless trees.
No one complained about Nadine's choice.
If anything, people were openly grateful.
I caught snippets of conversations as we walked back toward the buses after breakfast.
"Beach this time of year is perfect."
