The academy grounds were bathed in the soft glow of the evening, the last light of day fading into a gentle twilight. Classes had ended hours ago, and most students had either returned to their homes or ventured out to enjoy the night.
Pyris walked the quiet halls, his mind drifting between the events of the day and the prospect of meeting Arabella later again. His steps were steady but casual as he made his way through the academy's staff office—a shortcut he often took.
As he rounded a corner, something caught his eye. Standing near the open window of a large staff room was a woman, her back turned to him. She was stretching, her arms extended above her head, her body arching gracefully.
The motion caused her loose, flowing top to rise just enough to reveal a sliver of pale skin around her waist. Her white hair cascaded over one shoulder, partially exposing the long, delicate curve of her neck.
