"May I take a picture with you?" Agatha asked nervously, her hands clasped tightly together.
Lunevy, setting down her fork, gave a small nod.
"Thank you!" Agatha beamed as she hurried to Lunevy's side. The latter made no effort to stand, so Agatha crouched slightly to frame them both in a selfie.
"Could I get one, too? Thank you!" Luke couldn't help but join in dragged by Agatha's excitation.
Irisdina, watching her friends, offered an apologetic smile. "I'm sorry about them. It's just that we've heard so much about you. You're only a little older than us, and you've accomplished so much already. We can't help but admire you."
"That's right!" Agatha added in, her excitement bubbling over. "You didn't even attend an academy, right? And yet you made it to the Elite ranks of the Order on your own! That's incredible. We're students at Ocryphia, and, honestly, I'm a huge fan of you and the others in the World Order!"
