On their way to Cill's room, many eyes were drawn to her. The passing students, the servants, and a handful of Minora sages were all eyeing her with a curious look. She looked different today, somehow, burdened and unburdened, and with Glyea following her, they assumed that something important had come up. After all, her being the new queen was already a rumor–one spread by Cill herself, though she would never admit to it herself, ever.
Anxiously, Glyea kept following the sage. Her heels clicked sharply against the black and white tiles, and the sound echoing from them set her apart from the rest of the crowd. A deliberate choice? She wondered, and although she was right, Glyea could never have guessed that it was Toma who'd ordered her to dress as such.
"Once inside my room, you are to listen and nod." Glancing back at Glyea from over her shoulders, Cill looked at her with a sharp, piercing gaze. "Is that understood? Just nod."
