Evening, the club activity room.
Tilan sat by her desk, propped her face with one hand, and held a pen in the other, occasionally twirling it, occasionally marking the paper, unconsciously outlining the silhouette of a flower.
At this moment, she wasn't contemplating any life problems, merely relaxing and daydreaming. The flower contour her pen tip traced was that of 'Tilan,' a flower named by the elves.
It seemed like a long time since she last wrote in her diary. Tilan spun her pen on the paper, drawing a line resembling the calyx to signify the current date, June 2.
Since the start of this semester, she had been busy with many things, related to the academy as well as fellow students. However, her own matters had attracted less attention.
