"So, in the end, it was two students from Saint Yingo Academy competing for first place?" some of the audience whispered to each other.
"It's a bit surprising, yet not really; Saint Yingo has been at the top for years, and this isn't the first time either."
...
"Shall we head back, Tilan?" Amidst the noise, the voice of a companion reached the girl by her side.
"Mhm," Tilan and Deloris said, standing up and heading toward the exit at the back.
Though the Winter Festival evening party hadn't concluded, the subsequent matches were no longer of interest to watch, as the internal battle of Saint Yingo Academy was nothing new; they had already faced each other numerous times in practice.
Away from the bustle and excitement of the venue, they walked out of the passage into a world where rain was falling lightly.
There was a trace of late summer's warmth in the moist air, and as the girl stood on the steps, a slight breeze blew through the rain curtain, dampening her cheeks and arms.
