After leaving Grandmaster Elion's study, Lira walked back through the academy courtyard, the white towers gleaming in the afternoon sun. Students practiced spells on the training grounds, some laughing as their attempts fizzled, others concentrating in quiet meditation. The hum of mana filled the air, a comforting rhythm that reminded her of the grove.
Near one of the shaded benches, she spotted Maelin and Patricia, sitting side by side with scrolls and a few glowing herbs scattered on the ground. Their heads lifted at her approach, eyes lighting up with recognition.
"Lira!" Maelin exclaimed, bouncing to her feet. Her energy radiated warmth and excitement as she rushed over to hug her old friend.
Patricia smiled more quietly, stepping forward to wrap a gentle arm around Lira's shoulder.
"It's so good to see you," she said softly. "You've… changed. Grown."
