The cool morning wind rushed past them, brushing through the trees and carrying the soft scent of dew-soaked grass.
The sun had just begun to climb over the academy walls, painting the horizon with hues of pale gold and silver.
Azhriel and Elizabeth moved in quiet steps toward a bench nestled under a large shade tree, the leaves rustling gently above them.
Sydelle had already left, her sharp footsteps fading into the distance. She was called away by Arianne apparently, for a light sparring session.
Those two had become quite good friends lately, often training together early in the mornings.
It was good thing, if Azhriel had to stop her descent, then having friends to help was crucial.
Now, the training field was mostly empty, leaving just Azhriel and Elizabeth in a quiet, peaceful corner of the academy.
Elizabeth sat down carefully, smoothing out the back of her coat. Her azure hair shimmered faintly under the light, loose strands catching the breeze.
