Third-person POV
Zephyra stood in front of Astraea's door, nervously tugging at the hem of her oversized hoodie as she shifted from one foot to the other. She had no idea where the sudden boldness had come from.
Maybe it was the weird dream she'd had last night, or the conversation she had with Astraea that same night that made her sense that she was being shut out, or maybe, just maybe, it was simply her frustration getting the best of her.
She was tired of waiting around for Astraea to come to her, tired of feeling unwanted, confused, and shut out.
This morning, she had told herself she'd stop sulking and take control. That meant stepping up, even if it meant dragging Astraea out of the house.
She knocked on the door twice, lightly. No answer.
She knocked again, firmer this time. "Astraea?" she called softly. "You better be dressed. I'm not above kicking your door down."
Still nothing.
Zephyra bit her lip and gave it another knock. "I'm serious."
