Lor didn't look back, his bare feet carrying him to the rooftop's edge, his wind magic coiling around him as he leapt into the night, soaring over Vaeloria's rooftops, the capital's spires fading behind him.
The mana's echo lingered in his senses, but he pushed it down, his heart heavy with a concern he didn't want, his bed calling him back to the quiet of his room.
.
Kiara's icy blue eyes lingered on the spot Lor had occupied, her sharp face unreadable, her curvy frame swaying as she fought to stay upright.
The mana's electric hum had faded, leaving only the distant clatter of a night cart and the faint flicker of capital lanterns.
She didn't hear the soft footsteps approaching until a shadow fell over her.
Her hand twitched toward the orb, her icy gaze snapping up, but she relaxed—marginally—when she recognized the figure.
Miss Silvia stepped into the moonlight, her posture shattered.
