The next morning dawned with the promise of calm, the sunlight filtering through the curtains of Victor and Lyra's shared dorm. For the first time in what felt like ages, there was no immediate danger, no pressing agenda. The announcement of the tournament loomed in their minds, but today wasn't about training or strategy. Today was about taking a break.
Victor stretched as he sat up, rubbing the sleep from his eyes. Lyra was already awake, sitting cross-legged at the edge of the bed and tying her boots. She glanced over her shoulder, a small smile tugging at her lips. "Morning. Sleep well?"
"As well as I could, considering everything," Victor replied, his voice still groggy. He noticed Nakia standing by the window, her wings tucked neatly against her back as she gazed outside. Sylvia was sprawled on a chair nearby, her tail draped lazily over the armrest.
