Maris stood in front of the mirror, her eyes sparkling with anticipation. The morning sun streamed through the window, casting a warm, golden light across her room. She carefully brushed her pink hair, making sure each strand was in place, and then tied it with a delicate ribbon that matched the light blue of her eyes.
Today was a special day. It was Lucan's first day at the academy, where he was going to teach a class.
She had spent the past few days imagining what it would be like to see him in the classroom, teaching with that calm, composed manner she admired so much. The thought of learning from him, of being in the same space as him, filled her with a thrill she could barely contain.
Maris carefully adjusted the white uniform she wore, the one that marked her as a student of the academy. The fabric was soft yet sturdy, and the design simple but elegant. She straightened her collar, smoothing out any creases, and then stood back to admire the effect.
