Another weekend had come.
Velren stood before the mirror in his dorm room, fingers lingering at the knot of his tie. He wasn't sure if he should tighten it properly for once, or just leave it as it always was—loose, slightly undone, as if he couldn't be bothered to care.
Solenne hadn't given many details about the summit's content. Only that his presence alone would be enough to put her at ease. When he had asked about the dress code, she had simply said:
"The academy uniform will do just fine."
He sighed. If she didn't care, then there was no point fussing over it. With that thought, he released his grip, letting the tie remain in its usual, slightly slack state.
Stepping away from the mirror, his eyes inevitably landed on the object resting atop his desk.
His wakizashi.
