The living room of Silver Wing gleamed in the warm afternoon light. Crystal chandeliers reflected off polished floors, and the panoramic windows offered a serene view of the gardens beyond, complete with blooming irises and distant snow-capped mountains. The air smelled faintly of freshly baked pastries, and a tray of assorted desserts sat on a low table, alongside steaming cups of tea, iced coffee, and tall glasses of iced tea.
Isyra stood near the hearth, her silver hair catching the light, looking unusually contemplative. "The training ground… it's fantastic," she said softly.
All eyes turned toward her, as if her words carried some hidden weight. Shellia blinked. "Huh? You mean you actually joined the simulation?"
Isyra's calm, violet-silver eyes met Shellia's. "Yes," she replied simply. "Though, you wouldn't have noticed."
Shellia's lips twitched in a smirk. "Impressive… hidden in plain sight. Master of disguise, huh?"
