Early light cast through the high-stanned-glass windows of the academy, casting colours of red, saphire, and green across the waxed marble floor.
There was a scent of chatter in the air, the murmur of footsteps ringing out from high ceilings as students hurried through the lengthy corridor.
Today was the first day of proper lessons, where classes and training sessions would be under full way.
It also meant that the social strata within the students would start to become solidified as alliances were created, rivalries starting, reputations made and broken.
Lyrium, ever quietly, passed unseen through the corridors, footsteps unhurried and deliberate.
Beside him, Ren walked with his usual pace, fists lodged in the pockets of his uniform jacket, eyes sweeping gradually across the masses.
"Man, I always forget how ginormous this building is,"
Ren growled, stretching his arms overhead.
"And how early they want us up. I'm warning you, it's on-the-brink-of-cruelty."
