Ariana slumped against the cushioned seat of the mana-powered bus, the hum of the engine a soothing backdrop as they trundled down the cobblestone roads of the academy grounds.
She leaned her forehead against the cool glass of the window, her breath fogging the surface as she stared out into the fading light of the evening.
Distant stars began to twinkle overhead, their faint light barely visible against the warm glow of the streetlamps lining the way.
Her reflection stared back at her—a pale, tired face framed by loose strands of auburn hair, cheeks slightly flushed with the memory of the long day behind her.
They had spent the entire day at the northern grounds of the academy, where the first-year students had embarked on a field study under the guidance of Professor Elwin.
He was a tall, severe-looking man with a reputation for his patience and keen eye for detail.
