The sun shone gently over the rooftops of Azalith Academy, casting golden beams through the corridors and windows of the old buildings. It was a morning like any other — or so it seemed. The distant sound of chatter and footsteps echoed through the halls as students hurried off to their classes.
Kael leaned lazily against a stone column, arms crossed and gaze lost somewhere on the horizon. Beside him, Amelia chattered cheerfully about the previous transmutation spell class.
"…and did you see what that kid in the second row tried to do? He tried turning a feather into a fox! Ended up creating a bunch of glittery dust and sneezing it right into the professor's face! I nearly died laughing!" Amelia laughed heartily, tugging Kael's arm as he gave a typical half-smile.
"You've got an impressive memory for disasters," he commented calmly, his eyes still drowsy.
"Of course I do! Someone's gotta remember the golden moments."
