It did not take much before the memory shifted again and a new scene appear in front of her.
A sun-drenched hallway, floor panels humming faintly beneath her small steps. Liora couldn't have been more than nine years old in this memory. Her long snow hair hair was tied in two bouncy tails that swayed with every step she took. She wore a crisp white uniform, sleeves slightly too long for her arms, and a star-shaped badge pinned proudly to her chest.
"Little monster, where do you think you're going again?"
The boy's voice came from behind her, teasing and familiar.
Aeris turned around quickly, puffing her cheeks in frustration. Her brother stood with a lazy grin, leaning against the doorway with his hands behind his head. He was already tall at that age, all limbs and mischief. His uniform was half-unbuttoned, his tie missing, and his ID chip blinking red—yet again marked for skipping class.
"You were supposed to walk me to my activity room!" she said, stomping her foot lightly.
