The morning sunlight spilled through the high arched windows of Silver Wing, but Shellia barely noticed as she sat at the edge of the grand breakfast table, watching her six companions move around with unnerving calm. Three spirits, three tamed beasts—it was like managing a small circus, except this circus could literally kill her if she lost her temper.
"Yuki, where's Lumiel?" Shellia asked, a bit bewildered as she stirred her tea, trying to make sense of the sudden quiet. Yuki, perched on her shoulder in his habitual hamster mode, tilted his tiny head and blinked.
[Yuki: He already went back to the church. Something urgent came up, so he's not here this morning. Don't worry; he left instructions for the simulation setup.]
"Great," Shellia muttered, rolling her eyes. "I didn't even get a chance to nag him about keeping the cathedral spotless."
Orielle, adjusting her flames to toast some bread, hummed softly. [Orielle: Don't look so grim. Morning chores are overrated anyway.]
