The first light of morning spilled over the academy, catching the edges of the ancient stone walls and sending long, golden shafts across the cobblestone courtyards. A cool breeze stirred the banners that hung from the towers, making them flap softly and snap with a faint metallic clang where the rings met the poles. The smell of dew-damp earth mixed with the faint tang of burning torches from the lamps that still burned along the hallways, giving the air a crisp, clean scent that made Lira's chest lift with a quiet anticipation.