The Silverleaf girls' dormitory was alive with noise as usual, voices carrying through the halls, doors opening and closing, footsteps echoing on polished floors. But in one corner room on the third floor, things were unusually quiet.
Maris sat in a chair by the window, tablet balanced across her knees as she scrolled with one long finger. Her golden eyes moved steadily down the page, unreadable save for the slight crease of her brow. Mira leaned against the wall near her workbench, arms folded, expression surprisingly calm while Kiyomi sat on the bed with one leg crossed over the other, her three tails sweeping slowly behind her as if in time with some silent song.
The rumors were spreading fast.
