The first day of training in the Gray Castle passed after many events.
It was early morning, and the sun was just recently emerging from the horizon line, covering the land with its warm rays, which had gotten used to the night's cold.
Step. Step. Step.
Dahla walked confidently toward Tron's room. It was now 7:00 AM, early morning and training was going to start in an hour.
Her intentions were unknown, but unlike yesterday, she was dressed in an athletic, tight outfit that wasn't really the most comfortable option.
She stopped in front of the door and took a deep breath before reaching out her hand, about to knock.
But...
Crackle.
Before she could do so, the door opened, letting out Riska who had not expected to see Dahla here.
They exchanged glances.
Oddly enough, Riska was also dressed in a tracksuit, but looser and more comfortable since unlike Dahla, she had no hidden intentions.
