Ezra looked at Cyrus with slight surprise.
His expression, however, remained as plain and unreadable as ever.
The two continued jogging side by side, their footsteps landing in an even rhythm against the stone walkway stretching through the lively streets of the East Wing.
For a while, neither of them spoke again.
The silence between them wasn't awkward.
It was simply peaceful.
Around them, the academy steadily continued to come to life.
More Noble Steam Carriages joined the roads, their polished metal bodies reflecting the early morning sunlight as they rolled past. Ordinary Steam Carriages followed behind them, transporting students from different residence districts toward the academy center.
Students filled the walkways.
Some jogged together while chatting happily.
Others exercised alone, completely focused on their own routines.
