The canteen of the Magic Tower University was bustling as usual. Students were scattered around the tables, their voices a mix of excited chatter, arguments over theory, and laughter. The air was filled with the savory scent of roasted meats and freshly baked bread, mingling with the more exotic aromas of different kind of dishes designed to enhance and boost the learning spirit of the students.
Elara moved through the crowded space with her usual composure, her tray balanced effortlessly in one hand. Her indifferent gaze swept across the sea of students, her eyes landing on a familiar head of wild red hair near the far corner of the room. Amberine. She was sitting at one of the tables, her face set in a scowl, her tray practically untouched in front of her. As Elara approached, Amberine's head snapped up, her eyes narrowing.
"You," Amberine growled, her voice dripping with irritation. "What do you want?"
