Si-woo sits cross-legged in the front yard, his mother's cross and a little Everglades sapling lying in front of him. Leaves whisper in the breeze, carrying a faint sweet scent , a nostalgic scent. He stares up at the wide blue sky, heart congested with everything he'd been holding in for the previous days.
"Lord, if you will, tell Mom... I think... I think I'm finally on the right path." He swallows hard. "I didn't just pass the test. I crushed it."
His fingers trace the rough knots of the roots, grounding himself. "Mom... Ye-jun... I actually did it."
The tears come then, hot and sudden. He buries his face in his hands and lets himself sob , quiet, ugly, relieved sobs that shake his whole body. All the pressure, all the nights he thought he wouldn't amount to anything, the bittersweet ache of celebrating alongside them... it all crashes down at once.
After a while, he hears the familiar flutter of wings. Si-woo looks up just in time to see Z gliding down from the sky, alabaster scales flashing in the sunlight. The whiteblood wyvern lands with a soft thud and immediately bumps his head against Si-woo's shoulder, nearly knocking him over.
"Z!" Si-woo laughs, wrapping his arms around the creature's neck. A small scroll is clutched carefully in the wyvern's jaws, tied with a royal blue ribbon.
He takes the letter with shaky fingers. Minho's handwriting is as bold as ever: No training today. I'll be by shortly. Congratulations. I knew you could do it.
A huge grin breaks across his face. He gives Z a grateful scratch behind the horns before the wyvern launches back into the sky.
He doesn't have to wait long. Ha-yoon comes running up from down the street soon after, her two spade wolves and her sleek tetharite trailing behind her. The second she sees him, she breaks into a sprint and tackles him in a hug so tight he can barely breathe.
"You really did it!" she squeals.
"So did you, " he says, ruffling her hair with a laugh.
Minho arrives a few minutes later with two horse-like creatures pulling a royal burgundy carriage. He steps out with his usual calm authority in his maroon tunic and tosses each of them a bundle of clothes.
"Change. Quickly."
...
Si-woo's outfit is a sharp dark navy tunic with silver embroidery that looks like wyvern scales, paired with well-fitted black trousers and a belt fastened with a wyvern claw insignia. Ha-yoon's dress is a beautiful emerald green with gold vine-like patterns along the hem. She ties the matching ribbon in her hair with a little flourish.
"You two clean up alright, " Minho says with a smirk.
"Where are we going?" Si-woo asks, still adjusting his collar.
Minho's grin turns mischievous. "The royal palace. There's a celebratory event happening."
The siblings exchange wide-eyed looks.
Once they're inside the carriage, Ha-yoon leans forward. "Why aren't we taking Lemmy?"
As if on cue, a high-pitched roar rolls across the sky above them. Minho chuckles. "I think a little bit of class fits this certain type of occasion. Also, Lemmy had other ideas."
Si-woo watches the strong brown unihorn horses pulling them along, their muscles rippling with every step. "Those are Prem horses, right? From the Pegasus line?"
Minho nods. "They're favorites among the nobility, and deeply revered as high-status symbols of our kingdom."
After a moment, Minho adds, "There's someone you need to meet once we get there."
"Who?"
"You'll see."
...
They reach the palace and step into the grand hall, and the noise and grandeur hit them all at once. Just as they enter, a loud, clear voice cuts through the crowd:
"And now, let's turn our attention to the prodigy twins."
Si-woo and Ha-yoon freeze as every eye in the room turns toward them. King Morey stands at the front, smiling. Then the applause starts , loud, thunderous, and overwhelming.
Four headmasters of the royal families sit at the front like living legends, their insignias hanging proudly behind them.
Mai waves at him from the side with her usual bright grin, easing him a little.
He leans toward Minho, voice barely above a whisper. "Wait... all the headmasters really came here because of us?"
Minho strokes his chin, a thoughtful look crossing his face. "Yes and no, " he says with a slight smile. "Your score and your abrupt advancement to a fourth echelon senior garnered their attention. More than that, the royal families are always hunting for unparalleled talent. This party isn't just a celebration for you , it's an opportunity for them too."
Before Si-woo can even reply, Mai grabs Ha-yoon's hand with a big grin.
"Come on, Ha-yoon! Let's go check out the food stalls. I'm starving, and there's a bit we have to catch up on!"
Ha-yoon shoots Si-woo a quick, playful glance before letting herself be pulled away, her bonds trailing close behind.
Minho rests a firm hand on Si-woo's shoulder, his tone turning more serious. "Stay cognizant. As a fourth echelon senior, limitations and walls are only going to become more prominent the more you linger on them. Once in the fifth echelon, you'll have to make a decision , choosing which of the Families you want to study under."
Si-woo frowns, glancing over at the headmasters, who stand watching with calm, unreadable expressions. "Do I have to pick soon?"
"Not yet, " Minho assures him. "You've still got time , either until your fifteenth birthday or your full awakening. For now, just focus on yourself and your studies. They'll be keeping a close eye on you, as anyone in their position would. That much is certain."
Si-woo nods slowly. Minho isn't pitching to get me to join the Military Familia. That's what I like about him. Across the hall, he spots Mai and Ha-yoon laughing together near one of the overflowing fondue tables. Seeing them so carefree helps ease some of the weight on his shoulders.
One of the recruiters, a tall man in elegant robes with a golden loom and quill sigil, steps forward with a polished smile.
"Si-woo, right? I'm Renald of the Market and Sales Familia. Your abilities are quite impressive. I see that with our support, there's no limit to how far you could go."
Almost immediately, another recruiter jumps in with a booming laugh. "Don't let him steal you so easily, kid! The Agricultural Familia can offer you resources and techniques the others can only dream of."
The others quickly follow, each one trying to outdo the last with promises and flattery. Si-woo is completely overwhelmed, as if he's being pulled in ten directions at once.
After the tug-of-war, he finally escapes the crowd, exhausted. He slips out through the side doors into the quiet back courtyard and lets out a long, heavy breath. The cool afternoon breeze is a blessing, carrying his stress away.
Soft sunlight bounces across the snow-white surface of a beautiful fountain. Si-woo walks over, letting the gentle sound of trickling water calm his racing mind.
"Minho really saved me back there, " he mutters with a tired smile. "Ha-yoon, on the other hand..."
He looks through the doors at the recruiters running away from a screaming Ha-yoon. "IF ONE MORE OF YOU COMES UP TO ME TRYING TO SELL SOMETHING BESIDES FOOD... IMMA BITE YOU!"
Si-woo sighs. "I don't blame her."
I'd never have guessed we'd meet again so soon.
The voice echoes clearly inside his head. Si-woo freezes, spinning around. There's no one behind him.
"Who's there?" he calls out, heart pounding.
A soft, amused chuckle rings in his mind. "Sorry, I didn't mean to startle you."
Si-woo turns toward the fountain and finally sees the figure sitting casually on its stone edge , a hooded being in a flowing white cloak embroidered with glowing golden patterns. Its long, grey-highlighted tail is thick at the base, smoothing toward the tip. As the hood shifts slightly in the wind, Si-woo catches a glimpse of soft greyish fur and calm, translucent green eyes.
The creature bows gracefully. "My name is Oapa, scholar of the Tabaek Kingdom and first apprentice to Master Quorge."
Si-woo's eyes widen. "Quorge's apprentice... I remember him mentioning you."
Oapa's snout curves into a gentle smile. "It's an honor to finally meet the one who caught Master's interest."
Before Si-woo can respond, a tiny snore comes from above. Z, his little whiteblood wyvern, is curled up comfortably in his hair, fast asleep.
Si-woo sighs, half-amused, half-exasperated. "You've got to be kidding me, Z..."
Oapa chuckles softly, his eyes resting warmly on Z. "The sacred , uh, I mean, your bond with him is really something special, " he says, voice gentle. "The young whiteblood is so relaxed around its master. Says a lot about you."
Si-woo feels his face heat up a little. "Uh, thanks... I think. Since he's been getting heavier, he's been more of a pain these days than anything else."
Oapa's smile grows, calm and knowing. "The strongest bonds usually start out that way. You'll figure each other out."
Si-woo gives a small grin, his nervousness easing. "It's nice to meet you, " he replies, but the question slips out before he can stop it. "It's going to take some time to get used to people talking to me in my head."
A heartwarming smile forms on Oapa's mouth. "Don't try. I'm still not used to it either. Even the elders are sometimes startled because of it."
A light giggle escapes from Si-woo. "What age do you guys usually start it?"
Oapa tilts his head slightly. "Around six years. It's slow at first, but it's similar to learning a new language. And since the contract has been fulfilled, the influx of sprits will include more studies of our history and physiology. Ah , you haven't entered an anomaly yet, have you? People who spend enough time in them tend to awaken certain abilities. For sprits like me, though, it's just natural."
Si-woo opens his mouth to ask more, but Minho's voice cuts through the quiet courtyard.
"I see you two have already met."
Minho steps out from behind a pillar, arms crossed, looking half stern and half entertained.
"Minho?" Si-woo turns, surprised. "Is this the person you wanted me to see?"
"Indeed, " Minho says with a low chuckle. "Oapa's on the intermediate academy student council. There will be more sprits when you enter, so he'll serve as a good role model for those with special cases. He'll be helping you settle in once you start."
Oapa gives a polite bow toward Minho. "It'll be my honor to make sure Si-woo's transition goes smoothly."
Minho nods. "You have a lot of responsibilities, son, but there's an ever-burning ember fueling you. I trust your judgments will pave a way for those around you."
"Your gracious words fill me with an insurmountable amount of strength. It's always an honor being in your presence, sir."
Minho smiles, looking at the bowing sprit. "Let's unwind." He puts his hand on his shoulder. "It is a celebration, after all."
...
As the party slowly wraps up, the courtyard grows quieter. Lanterns cast a soft glow over everything as Minho leads them toward the waiting carriage. Before Si-woo can climb in, Mai and Oapa catch up to him.
"Si-woo, " Mai says warmly, pulling him into a quick hug. "Congratulations again. You really deserve this. Don't let all the attention mess with your head, alright?"
Oapa turns slightly, then back at Si-woo, his slicked-back grey fur and green eyes radiant in the light. "You and your sister are nothing short of prodigies. I'm looking forward to seeing you at the academy, friend."
Mai and Oapa hit it off quickly. Why do I feel like they've already met each other before? Si-woo rubs the back of his neck, a little embarrassed. "Thanks, both of you. I-"
"UGHHHHH! Can we please hurry? I'm about to go into a coma." Ha-yoon lies sprawled on the red velvet seats inside the carriage.
"Alright then. Bye, see ya." Si-woo waves.
"Bye."
Inside the carriage, Z has curled up on top of Si-woo's head and grumbles sleepily at being disturbed. Ha-yoon's spade wolves are sprawled across the floor, while her tetharitelounges lazily on the seat, wings twitching now and then.
"Those recruiters are so exhausting, " Ha-yoon grumbles. "All that talk about 'great potential' and 'bright futures.' I was ready to pass out."
Si-woo shoots her a look. "Come on, be respectful. They're important, and I'm pretty sure you spent more time looking at the snacks than at them."
"I SURE DID." She rolls her eyes. "They had more to offer me than those ambassadors." One of her wolves makes a soft chuffing sound, almost like it's laughing.
Minho shakes his head from across the carriage, smiling faintly. "This is only the beginning for you two. The stronger you get, the more eyes will be on you. Stay grounded... and stay sharp."
"We will, " Si-woo says quietly. "Thanks for everything, Minho."
By the time they get home, the stars are bright overhead. The bonds wander off to their usual spots, and Z flies up to his perch by the window. Si-woo is just about to head to bed when Ha-yoon suddenly bolts past him with a mischievous grin.
"Hey, where are you going?" he calls.
"Wait there!" she yells from her room.
A moment later she comes back out wearing his royal grey, brand-new uniform. The sleeves swallow her hands and the hem drags on the floor, but she plants her hands on her hips and strikes a dramatic pose.
"So? How do I look? Pretty good for a fourth echelon senior, right?"
Si-woo stares for a second, then groans. "Ha-yoon! That just got delivered today , take it off!"
She twirls, the oversized tunic flapping around her. "Relax, I'm not gonna wreck it. Besides, " she adds with a smirk, "I think it suits me better."
"Didn't you say you were about to go into a coma? It seems you're having trouble. I can help with that, " he mutters, failing to hide his smile.
Minho, watching from the kitchen with a cup of tea, just laughs quietly. "Let her have her fun tonight. Training starts again tomorrow for both of you."
...
The next morning, dawn light illuminates the house. Si-woo stands in his room, staring down at the neatly folded royal gray uniform on his bed. The silver accents catch the morning light, and the big embroidered "II" on the chest looks heavier than it should.
He runs his fingers over the crisp fabric. This is it. A whole new chapter.
Ha-yoon energetically bounces in the doorway, eyes wide with excitement. "Whoa, Si-woo! You actually look like someone high-status in that thing, " she teases, though the pride in her voice is real.
"Thanks, " he mutters, fiddling with the cuffs. "You better keep yourself in check around me, or-"
"Or what?" she shoots back with a smirk. "I heard the intermediate academy is huge and confusing, and we both know what's going to happen on your first day there."
Si-woo rolls his eyes, grabs his bag, and nods toward the door. "Come on, we're both gonna be late if we keep standing here."
The walk to Ha-yoon's academy is full of their usual back-and-forth. Her young bonds eventually catch up, trotting along beside them. Even when she's poking fun at him, her energy has a way of steadying his nerves.
When they reach her grand doors, Ha-yoon pauses and turns to him, her expression softening just a bit. "Seriously though, try not to get lost in there. And if any of the older kids give you crap, just drop my name. They'll leave you alone." She grins, gives him a quick wave, and dashes inside with her bonds trailing after her.
Si-woo chuckles as he watches her go. She's worried but won't admit it. He takes a deep breath, adjusts his bag, and heads toward the intermediate academy. The sharp gray uniform feels snug and new under the morning sun. This is what I've always wanted , what I've been working towards.
Don't get lost. Ha-yoon's words echo in his head. "Yeah... easier said than done."
The intermediate academy sits nestled in the rolling hills east of the young academy. Si-woo clutches the cheg device Princess Deane had given him, its faint glow in the hologram helping him stay on the right path. Still, every fork in the trail makes him second-guess himself.
"Almost there... I think, " he mumbles, pausing at a crossroads. When the crystal pulses brighter, he lets out a relieved sigh. Without this, I'd probably still be wandering around when it gets dark.
Finally, the path opens up and the academy comes into view. Si-woo stops in his tracks. The place is massive , elegant stone buildings mixed with sleek modern lines, sprawled across wide lawns where students are scattered everywhere. Some sit in circles talking, others spar lightly, and a few tinker with strange glowing devices. The air itself feels different , more mature, static.
To his left, a group is practicing Toeju, riding their bonds and twisting through the air in fluid combat forms. It looks more like dancing than fighting. To his right, a cluster of students huddles around some pulsing machine, adjusting gears and muttering excitedly.
Si-woo swallows, heart thumping, and steps through the gates. This is really happening.
But as he stands there taking it all in, the sheer size of the campus hits him. A drop of sweat slides down his temple. We saw the awakening in the back of the schoolyard. It must be where most of them happen.
"Now where is Oapa?" he whispers.
He's still frozen in place when a familiar figure approaches with calm, measured steps.
"Oapa?" Si-woo calls out.
The towering figure stops a few paces away. His gray uniform is a bit sharper than Si-woo's, with a crystal-white chain of buttons slanting stylishly across the front. A hood shadows most of his wolf-like face, but the confident presence is unmistakable. On his chest sits the Rankers Family crest , an everglade tree with its vine-like leaves dancing in the wind , underneath the numeral III.
Oapa tilts his head. "Not lost, are you? I figured you'd have the route down by now."
Si-woo rubs the back of his neck. "Not exactly lost. Just... taking in the view." I studied the route the past few days like crazy with the cheg device, but there's just so much scenery... it's overwhelming.
A faint smirk tugs at the corners of Oapa's mouth. "While admiring is fine, it's best if we don't wander around. Let's get you settled."
Si-woo glances at Oapa's uniform again. "The fifth echelon with the Rankers Family crest , though you already mentioned it at the party, it's still amazing to see."
"Correct. The III means fifth echelon greenie. Everyone looks forward to choosing one of the royal Families to align with, and their degree ranking."
"So you're already with the Rankers?"
Oapa nods. "I am, though I still need heavy supervision for most things. But don't worry about any of that yet. You're only ten and just entered the fourth echelon , focus on growing for now."
As they start walking, Oapa glances sideways at him. "Have you gotten used to the stares yet?"
"Yeah, " Si-woo admits, noticing the curious glances from passing students. "But I'm not sure they're all staring at me."
"They aren't. You're the new kid who scored ridiculously high on the placement test, and I'm the beastly being walking among people my ancestors preyed upon. This is going to be an interesting year."
Si-woo looks up at Oapa's warm expression, the radiance of the sunlight shining through his fur. "It will."
"Now let's look at your schedule."
Right then, the familiar sound of wings cuts through the air. Z swoops down and lands neatly on Si-woo's head, tail curling around his neck.
"Do you have to sit up there?" Si-woo grumbles, reaching up to pat the wyvern's tail.
Oapa chuckles, then hesitates. "He really does have personality. Say, Si-woo, what do you know about that wyvern?"
"I know he's a handful, " Si-woo says with a small smile, "but he's mine." He hands Oapa his schedule.
Oapa scans it and raises an eyebrow. "Looks like we've got the same homeroom , Mr. Jeong, Room 2-C."
"So it's similar to the young academy, then."
"Yep. It's not really about the curriculum, " Oapa explains patiently. "The Knowledge Familia's higher-ups thought it'd be good for younger students to mix with the older ones. Homeroom's more about building connections and mentorship than actual classes."
Si-woo nods slowly. "Makes sense. They're trying to prepare us for what's coming up , the gap in abilities and physique is very apparent."
"Though it might be hard, think of it as a chance to make allies. And who knows? You might find that it helps you more than you realize. These halls are full of people who could either lift you up or put you down. Better to have a few on your side from the start."
Z coos softly on top of Si-woo's head, his little head swiveling around like he's already sizing up the massive academy gates ahead. Si-woo glances up at Z, then back at Oapa, letting out a small sigh. "Well, I guess it's better than being alone in all this."
"Exactly. Besides, with Z perched on your head like that, no one's going to miss you walking into any room. And I know someone who would love to meet you two."
Before Si-woo can ask "who, " his eyes lock onto Sol. Sol vehemently scours Si-woo, leaving a disgusted look before continuing on his way.
"Although his personality may be questionable, " Oapa starts, "Sol is quite gifted. But now he's your underclassman , here, there's no room for disrespect."
Si-woo nods, the nerves easing a little. He reaches up and brushes Z's tail lightly, earning a low, approving croon. The sound vibrates through him, warm and familiar.
Stepping into the grand arched doors of the academy, Si-woo's breath catches in his throat. The place is an architectural marvel, mixing elegant fae touches with sharp, more modernized styles. Off-white marble walls catch the soft glow of enchanted lights hanging overhead, and intricate silver and gold patterns swirl across them, glinting with every angle of the sun.
The ceilings soar up high, decorated with floating glass plates that shimmer with moving scenes , battles from long ago, breathtaking fae landscapes, achievements that made fae into such powerful creatures.
Compared to the warm setup at the Young Academy, this place is a bit cooler, without losing its exquisiteness. It's grander, more refined , like every corner had been designed to inspire awe or push you harder. Si-woo swallows, trying to shake off the sudden feeling of intimidation.
Voices nearby pull him out of it. A group of students huddles not far away, their whispers carrying just enough for him to catch.
"Is that him?" one says, voice thick with skepticism. "The prodigy twin? The kid who supposedly scored 100 percent?"
Another scoffs, not even bothering to lower their tone much. "That's ridiculous. If he thinks he's going to keep that up here, he's in for a rude awakening. Especially since he hasn't even awakened , he should go ahead and make himself comfortable."
"Yeah, and look who he's hanging around with... that beast on his head. He's so full of himself."
Z's sharp blue eyes lock onto the group. They flinch under his stare. Without moving, Si-woo feels a faint pulse of threatening serein ripple out from him , an invisible growl cutting through the air. The gossipers stiffen and retreat, their smug expressions melting into uneasy glances.
Oapa's hand pets the wyvern. "That's enough, " he says calmly, leaning in a bit so his hood shifts. "Don't waste your energy on small minds. We've got a class to get to."
Si-woo looks up, letting out a slow breath as Z shifts on his head and lets out a low, disapproving chirp.
"Yeah... let's go, " Si-woo mutters, his voice quiet but steadier now.
The academy halls stretch out long and wide, filled with the low buzz of other students chatting and the constant faint hum of mechanisms woven into the very walls. It's a lot to take in, but Si-woo straightens his posture, refusing to shrink.
"The academy's laid out in three main floors, each with its own purpose. There are three wings too, which helps you understand the layout. The left wing is mostly for fourth echelon classes , that's where you'll be spending a lot of your time. The right wing handles the fifth echelon curriculum: advanced courses, deeper anomaly studies recently, etc. The middle wing is the commons area. Meals, studying, group projects, off time... it's the heart of it all."
Si-woo nods along, trying to commit it all to memory. The scale of everything still feels overwhelming.
Nearing the classroom area, a tall student with sharp features and short yellow hair steps out from a side hall, moving with clear purpose. His uniform has the big numeral IV on the chest , a fifth echelon senior , and next to it, the Agriculture Family crest: a golden hoe crossed with a sheaf of wheat. A crystal chain dangles from his hip, similar to Oapa's, giving off that same air of quiet authority.
"Ah, Oapa." The senior's voice is steady, with an edge of urgency. "Got a minute? Need to talk privately. It's important."
Oapa studies him for a beat before turning to Si-woo. "Go ahead to Room 2-C. I'll catch up shortly."
Si-woo hesitates, then nods. "Alright." He adjusts Z and starts down the corridor alone. He can't help glancing back once, wondering what that conversation is really about. Academy politics already? Great.
The classroom itself is impressive. Amphitheater-style seating curves upward in neat rows, giving everyone a perfect view of the central teaching platform. Sunlight pours in from a massive window on the left, filling the space with a bright, open feel that contrasts with the serious vibe. Si-woo scans for a seat and picks the far right corner in the top row, his footsteps echoing a little too loudly as he climbs. The murmurs from the other students fade into curious stares. He feels their eyes on him , and on Z.
He settles in, the wyvern curling his tail lightly around Si-woo's neck, and his gaze drifts out the window to the academy grounds below. Extracurricular equipment is laid out in precise grids, and farther back, a mix of students , including sprits , are already sparring and running drills on dedicated fields. Walkways wind through manicured hedges and shaded benches under leafy trees. It's so much more advanced than what he's used to , purposeful, intense, like the whole place exists to forge something stronger out of you.
This is where I need to be. A soft rustle of papers nearby pulls him back. More students are filing in. He still catches occasional glances, but he focuses on the view outside instead.
"Sorry, " a voice says suddenly from the seat next to him. A girl with indigo eyes and glasses has accidentally bumped his arm while settling in. She murmurs another apology, but her curiosity takes over fast. She leans closer, eyes wide with excitement as she adjusts her plum pixie-cut hair.
"Is that... really a whiteblood wyvern?"
Si-woo turns, caught off guard by her enthusiasm and exasperated words. "Yeah, he is. His name's Z."
Her awe only grows. She scoots even nearer, glasses slipping down her nose as she stares. "So I've heard. A real whiteblood wyvern... I've only seen them in old records. They're supposed to be extinct , or at least one of the rarest bonds in Ondur's history! I never thought I'd see one up close. Is that why he's been off lately? Hmmmm... whelp. The end."
Z tilts his head smugly and chirps, tail swaying like he's eating up every word. Si-woo chuckles softly, brushing the tail aside. "He knows it too. Trust me, he's a handful. Just don't let him get bored."
Si-woo tilts his head as she marvels at Z's flawless coloring and intelligent eyes.
"Whitebloods are known for not bonding with any other species. If he picked you, there must be something really special about you. Huh?"
Si-woo scratches the back of his neck, cheeks warming with a mix of pride and awkwardness. "I'm not so sure about that. He kind of just... found me."
"The end! That makes it even better!" she exclaims. "Oh , uh, the name's Lirin." She shoots her hand out, a wide smile playing on her face.
"I'm Si-woo. Nice to meet you." Si-woo feels some of the tension in his shoulders ease as he shakes her hand. It's nice having someone talk to me like a normal person. Or somewhat normal.
The bell chimes, signaling the start of class. Lirin gives Z one last admiring look before pulling out her notebook, still buzzing with energy.
Si-woo leans back, stealing one more glance at the flourishing fields before focusing forward.
The door opens, and a broad-shouldered man walks in with a calm, commanding presence , dark hair streaked gray and a gaze that seems to take in every student at once. Oapa slips in quietly behind him, hood still up, and settles into the seat next to Lirin with a small nod. She shoots a surprised look between him and Si-woo but stays quiet.
The teacher sets a thick book on the desk with a solid thud.
"Welcome to the first homeroom of the semester. I'm Mr. Jeong. For some of you, this is your first step into intermediate academy life. For others, it's another rung on the ladder. Either way, you're here to grow, to push your limits, and to prepare for everything waiting beyond these walls."
His eyes land on Si-woo, softening just a touch. "Speaking of new experiences... we have an honorary new addition. Si-woo, why don't you stand and introduce yourself?"
Si-woo's heart thumps as he rises. Z shifts slightly. All of the room's attention snaps to him , a mix of curiosity, skepticism, and a few outright stares. He clears his throat, trying to keep his voice even.
"Hi, everyone. I'm Si-woo. I'm ten years old and just moved up from the Young Academy, and I hope to learn a lot from the seniors and everyone else around me. This is Z." Lirin claps upon hearing Z's name, then immediately stops, seeing no one joined in. Z lets out a proud little chirp that draws a few surprised laughs and murmurs. "He goes where I go."
A couple of students whisper, but Mr. Jeong gives an approving nod. "Thank you, Si-woo. Take your seat. We'll dive into the semester expectations now. And congratulations on that accomplishment , you've set a high bar for yourself. I expect you to keep it there moving forward. Excellence isn't just something you achieve; it's something you carry."
Si-woo nods, his face serious. "Thank you, sir."
"Good. You may sit." He turns to the rest of the class. "Alright, let's get into today's agenda. Open your syllabi to page five and we'll go over what I expect from you this semester."
As Si-woo settles back into his seat, he can feel Oapa watching him.
"Not bad , though Z kinda stole the spotlight."
Si-woo lets out a soft huff and reaches up to pat the wyvern's tail. He always does.
"Pfft." Lirin gives a quiet laugh, obviously hearing what Oapa said.
Mr. Jeong flips through the syllabus, giving everyone a moment to read. Then a hand shoots up near the middle of the room. He nods at the student , a lean fae boy with jet-black hair and sharp emerald eyes.
"Sir, quick question. If a fourth echelon scores high enough on the placement test, can they move up to the fifth echelon, or do they stay put?"
"Good question. The answer is no. No matter how high you score, you can't advance to Level 5 unless you've either awakened or turned fifteen. Those are hard rules."
The boy nods, but the answer only seems to spark more questions around the room.
A girl with copper hair and freckles raises her hand. "So even though the fourth echelons can't move up without awakening or hitting fifteen, we still have to take the midterm placement test?"
Mr. Jeong shakes his head slightly. "Yes, you're still required to take it. All consequences still apply."
A ripple of uneasy murmurs spreads through the class.
"Let me be crystal clear. The pre-midterm test is for measuring where you're at , it's not some mandatory stepping stone for advancement. For fourth echelons who feel confident and want to test themselves, it's a chance to lock in your position or get ready for what's coming. Take it seriously, or don't bother. Simple as that."
He pauses. "And once you reach the fifth echelon, there won't be a pre-midterm test anymore. You'll only take the actual midterm, which carries a lot more weight for your standing in the family. So use this time wisely."
"Brutal tests." Lirin scribbles in her notebook, adjusting her glasses. "Nobody should go into it with an egotistical mindset. The end."
Si-woo smirks, eyes still on the front of the room.
Mr. Jeong checks the clock, then snaps his syllabus shut. "That's it for today. You've got some free time before your next class. Use it however you want."
The second he steps out, the room's energy changes. Chairs pull out, voices rise, and the quiet, attentive students from minutes ago turn boisterous.
Si-woo leans back, Z still curled up on his head like a living hat. A few kids glance his way, looking like they might come over, but they hesitate when Oapa stands.
The tall sprit moves with quiet confidence, hands clasped behind his back, hood shadowing most of his face. He stops right beside Si-woo's desk.
"I see you've already met our resident anti-social, " Oapa says, a faint smirk pulling at his mouth.
"Anti-social?" Si-woo echoes, glancing at Lirin, who is now propping her chin on her hand, looking bored.
Lirin scoffs and adjusts her glasses. "I'm not anti-social. I just don't waste time talking to boring people. The end."
"Everyone's got something interesting about them, Lirin. You never know what you might learn if you actually give someone a chance."
She rolls her eyes and drops her head back onto her hand. "Most of them are meatbrains, " she mutters, loud enough for Si-woo to catch.
He has to stifle a laugh. "You really don't hold back, huh?"
Lirin shrugs. "Why should I? I'm usually right."
Oapa sighs, though the amused smirk never leaves his face. "You might want to work on that diplomacy before you hit the fifth echelon. Could come in handy."
"I turn fifteen next year, so no matter what, they're going to have to let me advance. I've been a fourth echelon senior too long. The end."
Si-woo looks between the two of them, feeling a weird mix of amusement and curiosity about their whole dynamic. She's been here for a while, then... Maybe this won't be so bad after all.
A student with autumn-orange hair that glows like embers and sharp burnt-orange eyes walks straight up the rising steps. He brushes right past Oapa without a glance, his uniform proudly displaying the Military Family emblem , a golden shield with two crossed swords over it , with a big numeral III stitched beside it. Two lackeys in matching uniforms trail behind him as he heads directly for Si-woo.
"Well, well, " he drawls. "You must be Si-woo, the little prodigy everyone's buzzing about." He flashes a half-smile that doesn't reach his burnt-orange eyes.
Si-woo stays relaxed in his seat. Z shifts on top of his head.
"I just wanted to congratulate you personally on all your... impressive little feats." His gaze slides over to Lirin with clear disdain. "But let me give you some friendly advice, newbie. Hanging around abhorrent moonks like these two is only going to rot your brain."
He glances back at Oapa, lip curling. "Or worse... turn you into one of them."
Lirin looks up at him with pure boredom mixed with a hint of annoyance. Oapa stays quiet, but his body language is tight, even with the hood hiding most of his face.
He spreads his arms wide, grinning again. "My name's Myron. Come on, Si-woo. No need to waste your time here when you could be with better company."
His two lackeys snicker behind him.
Si-woo meets his stare evenly. "Thanks for the offer, but you just interrupted me and my friends. So please leave."
The snickering dies instantly. Myro's grin drops into a dark scowl. He steps closer, voice dropping to a low growl. "What the fuck did you just say to me?"
He leans in, eyes narrowing. "You really wanna go there, newbie?"
Before Si-woo can answer, Oapa moves fast, grabbing Myro's arm in a firm grip. "As a member of the student council, I can't let you start trouble here, Myro, " he says quietly , calm, but carrying a clear warning.
Myro yanks against the hold, muscles straining, but Oapa doesn't let go right away. When he finally releases him, Myro stumbles back a step, face twisted with rage.
"Don't touch me, you bloodthirsty sprit, " he spits.
Oapa doesn't flinch. Myro clicks his tongue in irritation and turns back to Si-woo. "Don't get comfortable, newbie, " he sneers. Then he spins around and stalks off, lackeys trailing after him like shadows.
Once the tension starts to ease, Oapa glances at Si-woo. "You handled that well, " he says simply, a note of approval in his voice.
Si-woo lets out a quiet breath and reaches up to stroke Z's tail. Lirin just rolls her eyes and mutters, "Meatbrain."
Oapa watches Myro retreat for a second, then turns back. "Sorry about that, " he says quietly. "My presence tends to attract unwanted attention. It's... unavoidable sometimes."
Si-woo shakes his head. "Not your fault."
Lirin, who has gone back to doodling in her notebook, suddenly perks up. "Is that what you and Ace were talking about earlier?" she asks without looking up.
Si-woo glances at her. "Ace?"
Oapa gives a small nod. "Yeah. Some students still aren't happy about someone like me being on the council... or even at the academy at all."
Lirin's hand pauses mid-doodle. She adjusts her glasses and mutters, "Maybe I should file a complaint about having to share a classroom with these unpleasant specimens."
Oapa smiles wryly. "Not everyone skips grades as fast as you, Lirin."
Si-woo blinks, turning to her in surprise. "I was going to ask , how long have you been a senior?"
"Hmmm. When I was a second echelon senior, I scored a ninety-six on the pre-midterms and jumped straight to third echelon senior, then scored the same during the actual midterms and ended up here at ten years old." She tucks a strand of her purple hair behind her ear. "I'm fourteen now and haven't awakened yet, but I'll hit the fifth echelon next year anyway."
Si-woo's eyes widen. "Whoa, that's awesome. Congrats."
Lirin shrugs again, but the corner of her mouth twitches upward.
"She's quite the genius, " Oapa adds, genuine admiration in his tone. "Especially with bestiary, fae heritage, and mechanics. Her research in those areas is impressive."
Lirin's cheeks turn a faint pink. "It's just research, " she mumbles, though she sounds pleased.
The bell chimes sharply. Oapa glances toward the door, looking a little regretful. "I wish I could stick around and help more, Si-woo. You know how to contact me if you need anything."
He turns to Lirin. "Since most fourth echelon seniors share the same schedule, could you show him around for me?"
Lirin gets up slowly. "I don't mind, but you owe me one."
Oapa's snout curves into a faint smile. "Always." He nods at Si-woo and heads out.
Once he's gone, Lirin straightens up and holds out her hand. "Let me see your schedule."
Si-woo hands it over. She scans it quickly, eyebrows lifting slightly. "Looks like we're in almost all the same classes. Convenient. Next is Ondurian history. Come on."
Si-woo follows her out of the classroom, Z still perched on his head. As they walk down the bright halls, he can't help staring at the architecture , the way modern lines blend with flowing fae patterns, soft shifting lights glowing along the walls.
"This place is amazing, " he says quietly. "It's so... beautiful."
Lirin glances over and nods. "It is. The academy feels welcoming... to most people, anyway."
Si-woo hesitates, then asks, "Do all fae really hate sprits?"
Lirin slows a little. "It's not always hate. Sometimes it's fear. Most fae don't understand higher or lesser sprits. And people tend to fear what they don't understand. The end."
"It isn't hard to differentiate between the two. Even the older fae share the same view too."
"A lot of them do." Lirin shakes her head. "Studying fae and sprit history, you start noticing inconsistencies. Dead ends. Information that officials are trying to cover."
"What do you mean?"
She adjusts her glasses, slipping into that academic tone. "I've been deep into researching books and archives, and only through talking to a member of the Knowledge Familia have I found that the curse came from a foreigner. If you look at the DNA and absent genomes of lesser sprits over time, there are subtle changes across centuries. But if you go back twelve thousand years or more... there's a disruption. Something triggered a massive shift, altering them on a fundamental level."
Xexphin. "Who do you think caused the trigger?"
"That's the question, " Lirin says, clearly fascinated. "I can't find a name no matter how hard I try. Why did it only affect sprits? And if they're supposed to be so territorial and violent, how do higher sprits exist , intelligent, restrained, capable of real control? Their biology should've made that impossible. The end."
She pauses, gaze distant. "And since fae and sprit histories are so intertwined, it makes you wonder... how did this affect Ondur itself? Who knows the real story? And what are they hiding?"
Si-woo feels a chill through his body and nods. She is really smart.
Lirin puts her hands on her hips and stares into the bright blue sky through a hallway window. "But the more you question, the closer you get to the truth. And the truth is always worth chasing. The end."
...
Si-woo steps into the noisy commons during lunch, the air filled with chatter and the clatter of trays. He grabs a pre-packaged meal and stands, scanning the room. A few people glance his way, whispering. Others just stare openly.
Z chirps softly on his head. Si-woo sighs. Where am I supposed to sit?
The chaos is overwhelming. He turns and slips back into the halls with his food, looking for somewhere quieter. His footsteps echo as he climbs a winding staircase, following a faint breeze. The roof... guess some things never change.
He pushes open the heavy door and steps onto a wide terrace bathed in sunlight. The mountains stretch out around the academy under a clear blue sky, and a cool breeze carries the scent of earth and greenery.
"This is perfect, " he murmurs.
Then he spots them in the corner , Lirin and Oapa, already eating and talking. Lirin sits cross-legged, curly strands of hair swaying in the wind as she adjusts her glasses. Oapa leans back against the railing, relaxed.
Z chirps loudly and flaps his little wings, announcing them.
Both turn. Lirin raises an eyebrow. Oapa gives a small nod.
"Well, if it isn't another rooftop wanderer, " Lirin says dryly. "Escaping the meatbrains downstairs?"
Si-woo chuckles, rubbing the back of his neck. "It was a bit much."
"Understandable, " Oapa says, waving him over. "Join us if you want."
Si-woo walks over and sits a short distance away, setting his meal down. "Thanks."
Oapa watches him for a second. "So, how are you finding the academy so far?"
"It's... different, " Si-woo says, glancing at Z, who has hopped down to inspect the food. "Bigger. The people here are intense."
"Can be insufferable?" Lirin offers with a smirk.
Si-woo laughs. "I was gonna say intense, but yeah."
Oapa chuckles softly. "You'll adjust. Their eyes will adjust to the light."
"Or be blinded by it, " Lirin says, popping a piece of fruit in her mouth. "Either way, it's nicer up here."
Oapa tilts his head toward her. "What have I said about being more respectful to your classmates?"
Lirin shrugs. "I wasn't being disrespectful. I'm just stating facts. If they can't handle it, that's on them."
Oapa sighs, tail flicking lightly. "There's a difference between truth and tact, Lirin."
Si-woo watches the exchange with a grin.
"Well, " Si-woo cuts in, eager to steer things elsewhere, "at least up here we don't have to deal with anyone... unpleasant."
Lirin smirks at him. "See? You're catching on."
"Let's hope not too fast, " Oapa says, shaking his head.
Lirin sets her sandwich down and comes closer, studying Z without bothering to hide her fascination. "It really is remarkable that your bond has stayed with you this long. You haven't even awakened yet."
"He just... shows up." Si-woo scratches under Z's chin. "I don't think I'll ever get used to it. But I'm glad he's here."
"Most students form their bonds around Level 2, " Lirin says, slipping into lecture mode as she adjusts her glasses. "But bonds , young creatures especially , come and go. Staying this long is rare. Almost unheard of when the initiator hasn't awakened."
She stands on the tips of her toes until she's eye level with Z. The wyvern cocks its head, white scales catching the sun.
"But him... something's different. They say the fibers in a whiteblood wyvern's eyes reflect how it perceives its partner. For him to stay this consistently... oh my goodness, just look at its binocular eyes! And the fact that there are four of them means it can see beyond three dimensions." Lirin starts bouncing around Si-woo, eyes tracking Z. "All wyverns have big olfactory bulbs, but this predator must have huge ones to track its prey from far away. And those strong hind legs, and the tail , OHHHHHHH!"
Si-woo laughs nervously, scratching the back of his head. "You should meet my sister sometime. She has three bonds, and they're around her constantly. You'd probably lose it."
Lirin's head snaps toward him. "Three? Constantly?"
"Yeah. Two young spade wolves and a warping tetharite . Lately they stick to her like glue."
She mutters something under her breath. "I'd have to see that for myself, " she finally says, quieter now. "That's... beyond extraordinary."
Oapa chuckles. "Your family makes strong impressions, Si-woo."
"Speaking of family, " Si-woo smiles sheepishly, "I've been wanting to ask , did you guys raise Z?"
Oapa finishes the last bite of his sandwich, making his way to Si-woo.
"Yes and no." He caresses Z's snow-white scales. "Our ancestors had deep connections with the whitebloods, but after the Great Mu War, all the whitebloods were deemed dead. But upon searching the barren battlegrounds for wounded , and a specific item , we found the corpse of a whiteblood wyvern and its egg. For our deep connection with them, we decided to keep it, but it didn't hatch, even after thousands of years."
Lirin sits on the cement wall of the roof. "No fertilized egg can last that long without hatching unless-"
"Unless it was already too late, " Oapa finishes. "Through the years, this story has been told to our kind, and generations have been entrusted to oversee the egg until the day comes. Today it has become a statue of lost memories, meaningless traditions, and a reminder of the sacrifices made. Well, it was , until a patrolman realized it had hatched. It wasn't long until news got to us that you'd bonded with it."
"So then the sprits don't have a problem with it, right?"
"Oh, of course not. In fact, it's the opposite , the embodiment of our ancestors' dying wishes has found a home. My uncle also told me to tell you that you and your sister are always welcome to come to the Tabaek Kingdom. You will be treated with honor."
"Wha-" Lirin gasps in awe. "We've been friends for how long? And every time I ask to go there, my words are ignored by your forefathers. The end."
"You know my relationship with the elders, Lirin. Any request that comes out of my mouth, they dissect until every intention is judged according to their standards. Although the fae are accustomed to the peace treaty and give permission for their people to go there, it's highly regulated, even for high personnel."
Lirin pushes up her glasses. "We're allowing sprits to learn at the academy, but an academy student still isn't allowed to step foot in Tabaek?"
"I promise I'm working on it, Lirin."
"It's not your fault, Oapa. I'm not so upset at the fact that I can't go as much as at the reciprocal principles of our relationship. The end."
They eat in silence, letting the wind fill the space between them.
"Do you two have bonds?" Si-woo asks, looking between the two.
"Of course, " Lirin says. "But she's small. And shy." She hesitates, then sighs. "Alright, don't freak out. Toro."
A tiny black creature appears on her shoulder , mouse-like, with twitching cat ears and fur that shimmers faintly. Its round eyes fix warily on Si-woo and Z.
"This is Toro. A cuose."
Si-woo leans in, eyes wide. "A cuose? I've read about those. They're common, right? But nearly impossible to find, let alone bond with."
Lirin nods, stroking Toro with a fingertip. "Exactly. Their camouflage is so good even skilled warriors walk right past them. And when they're in real danger..." Her expression sobers. "They turn into nightmares. Toro hasn't, thankfully. But it's a fascinating phenomenon."
Z chirps from atop Si-woo's head and hops over to Lirin's shoulder for a closer look. Toro's ears twitch, and it vanishes.
"Toro!" Lirin calls, though she doesn't sound alarmed.
"Where'd it go?" Si-woo glances around.
A blur zips across the rooftop. Z launches after it, chirping excitedly, wings beating hard as the little cuose darts between shadow and sunlight. Within seconds the two of them are locked in an impromptu game of tag across the terrace.
Lirin slaps her hands together. "SO CUTE!"
"Z loves to play with any animal, " Si-woo says, leaning back.
"Not every day you see a whiteblood wyvern and a cuose play together, " Oapa remarks with a low laugh. "Though you might want to end the game before Z wears her out."
"Toro, that's enough."
The cuose skids to a stop near the railing, shimmers back into view, and climbs onto Lirin's shoulder. Z flaps down to Si-woo's arm, slightly disgruntled but content.
"She's not much of a fighter, " Lirin admits, stroking Toro's fur. "But she's smart. Really smart."
"She's amazing, " Si-woo says, and means it. "Never thought I'd see a cuose up close, let alone one that's bonded."
"Well. Now you have."
Oapa leans back, gazing out at the mountains. "That reminds me , I need to head back to Ondur over the break. Family visit."
Si-woo perks up. "A friend of mine was planning to go to Ondur too, with my sister. Maybe we could tag along?"
Lirin straightens so fast Toro nearly loses its footing. "Wait. The sister with three bonds? Count me in."
"You're awfully eager, " Oapa says dryly. "Since you count as a guest of Si-woo, they shouldn't have an issue."
"You know how long I've been waiting. Also, how often do you get to see someone with three active bonds? Practically never , especially someone that young. The end."
"Ha-yoon's... unique, " Si-woo admits, scratching his head. "Her bonds never leave her alone for long."
"Which is exactly why I want to see it. Besides, a trip to Ondur would be a nice break from... certain people here."
Oapa shakes his head, chuckling. "I'll have to clear it with my family, but I don't see why not. If your friend and sister don't mind the company, we could all travel together."
"Great. I'll ask Mai and Ha-yoon tonight."
"Perfect, " Lirin says, almost gleeful. "This should be-"
A loud laugh cuts through the calm. Across the roof, three underclassmen are tossing a ball around, careless and loud.
"Should they even be playing up here?" Si-woo asks.
Oapa sighs. "Technically, no."
One of the kids misses a catch, and the nearest player gets visibly annoyed. "I'll show you how it's done!" He sets a small mechanism against the ball and pushes a button.
The glowing ball shoots through the air like a comet , straight at Lirin's head. Si-woo's hand snaps up on pure instinct, catching it inches from her face. The ball spins violently in his grip, buzzing with residual energy. He grits his teeth, pushes his own serein into his palm, and forces it still. Only then does he exhale , and notice Oapa standing right behind him, hands already raised.
"You're fast."
"Says the one who stopped the ball, " Oapa says.
The three kids run over, pale-faced. "We're so sorry! We didn't mean to-"
Oapa raises a hand, silencing them. "What are you three doing playing up here? The rooftop isn't a Playground. Consider this your only warning. Next time, it goes to the student council."
They nod furiously, mumble more apologies, and scurry off.
Lirin adjusts her glasses. "Well. That was... impressive, " she says flatly, though her eyes say otherwise.
Si-woo chuckles as Z chirps in approval. "Guess I'm getting used to things around here."
"Let's hope your adjustment involves fewer unpleasant surprises."
...
The training grounds are buzzing with activity. Si-woo and Mai clash under Minho's watchful eye, their sparring a blur of strikes and counters, dust kicking up around them.
A sharp sweep of Mai's spear ends it, sending Si-woo tumbling. He lands with a groan and rolls onto his back while Z chirps anxiously from the sidelines.
"Uhhhh. You're really strong, Mai, " he mutters at the sky.
Mai drops her spear and braces her hands on her knees, breathing hard. Her uniform is torn and streaked with dirt. "Soon I won't be able to keep up with you, " she manages. "You and Ha-yoon... your growth is frightening."
Si-woo sheathes his kunai and props himself up on his elbows. "I'm using serein... but you're still giving me a hard time."
"That's enough for today, " Minho calls, stepping onto the platform. "Superb work, both of you. You're exploiting each other's flaws, exactly as I hoped."
Mai offers Si-woo a hand up. "Thanks, " he says with a tired smile.
Minho turns toward a distant platform where Ha-yoon is mid-session against a heavily armored soldier. "Ha-yoon!"
She disengages and jogs over, her two spade wolves and the flickering tetharitetrailing behind her, determination and exhaustion written all over her face.
"You've made progress, " Minho says, arms crossed. "But your coordination with your bonds needs refining. They're an extension of you, not a separate unit."
"Yes, Master, " she says, wiping her brow , right as her stomach growls loudly.
Si-woo stifles a laugh. She shoots him a look. "I have leftover sweets in my backpack that I'm going to eat as soon as we leave, " he teases.
"Don't tempt me."
"So, Si-woo, " Mai chimes in, still catching her breath, "how was your first day at the intermediate academy?"
"Interesting. Met some new faces. Spent a lot of time with Oapa."
"I heard about him! What's he like?"
"Calm. Level-headed. Sees a lot more than he lets on. I also met this girl, Lirin. She's sharp , knows a ton about fae history and beasts. Oh, that reminds me: they're both heading to Tabaek in Ondur over the break, and I figured since you two were already going, we could all travel together."
Ha-yoon excitedly twirls back and forth. "Oooh, Oapa is so cool, and we get to see the infamous steelwood trees they live in... The higher sprits' architecture is on its own spectrum."
Before she can add anything, Si-woo pulls her into a tight hug. She blinks, startled, then slowly relaxes and wraps her arms around him.
"Thanks, Ha-yoon."
"Okay, okay, " she mumbles, cheeks reddening.
He laughs and lets go, keeping a hand on her shoulder. "You're the best."
Mai watches them with a fond smile.
"It sounds like fun!" Mai beams. "I've never met a higher sprit either. It'll be an experience for all of us."
Minho puts his hands behind his back, glancing at Si-woo. This must've been a difficult situation for the sprits, who rarely let fae into their territory. But now they cannot deny the boy's connection to their history. I just hope their elders don't say anything unnecessary.
They gather their things and head home, the trip hanging in their minds , curiosity, excitement, and just a hint of unease.
...
Si-woo waits by the door with Z perched on his head. Ha-yoon lingers beside him, her wolves nudging her playfully, sensing her nerves, the tetharite blinking in and out of sight nearby.
"Morning!" Mai calls. "Ready for our trip?"
"Yeah, let's get going, " Si-woo says, adjusting his bag.
Ha-yoon looks less certain, fidgeting with the hem of her shirt, gray eyes darting around like she's searching for reassurance.
Mai notices. As they set off toward the portal to Ondur, she falls into step beside her and takes her hand. "Don't worry. We've got this. You've got your bonds, your brother, and me. Nothing's going wrong."
Ha-yoon glances up, some of the tension leaving her face. "Thanks, " she murmurs, squeezing back.
The road to the portal is quiet and pleasant, lined with fae students enjoying the break and merchants setting up for the day. At the portal, Si-woo spots Lirin leaning against a lamppost, scanning the crowd with mild disinterest, and Oapa standing beside her, hooded as always, arms crossed.
"There they are, " Mai says brightly, waving. "Looks like we're all here."
Oapa gives a small nod, light green eyes visible under the hood. "Right on time."