Chapter 262
Nima
Being a fourth-year at Felaris means one thing above all else: busy.
I adjust the strap of my bag, heavy with scrolls and today's neglected sketching supplies, and make my way toward the senior dormitories.
Honestly, since the break ended, I've practically moved into Daphne's room. It wasn't a formal discussion, just a natural drift. My own bed in the Longear quarters feels like a forgotten memory.
I mean, it makes sense. All holiday, back at her Duchy, we spent every free moment together. Waking up to the smell of oil paint and her quiet humming, falling asleep to the steady rhythm of her breathing. Why would we stop now that we're back within these stone walls?
A wolf beast-man rounds the corner and his shoulder bumps mine. "Sorry," he mumbles, not breaking his stride.
I blink, standing still for a moment in the sun-dappled corridor.
That's it.
