A week slid by, and before Noah knew it, it was the seventh day of the week.
He stood near the gates of the academy, watching students stream out.
Carriages lined the street beyond, enchanted wheels already rattling as they carried groups toward the capital and its distractions.
The air buzzed with chatter, the students laughing, planning their day of freedom.
Among them, Arlo strolled up to Noah, hands in his pockets, blindfold in place. His grin was more subdued than usual.
"Not heading out today?" he asked.
Noah shook his head. His eyes stayed on the students. "There's not much out there for me to do right now."
Arlo hummed, accepting that answer. "Fair enough. I suppose the capital gets old when you've seen too much of it. Still, a peaceful day in here isn't so bad either."
He tilted his head slightly. "As for me, my father's in the capital. The man wants to see me. That's an invitation I can't exactly refuse."
