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Later that afternoon, once the Affinity Evaluation and their lunch period had formally concluded, Ruvian made his way toward the training grounds.
It was time for their second session of Polaris Circle instruction.
As he walked alone, Ruvian found himself reflecting, somewhat unwillingly, on whether the words he had spoken to Corwin had been unduly severe for that moment.
His gaze, rather than fixed ahead as propriety would suggest, drifted instead toward the floor, as though the ground might offer a more tolerable object of scrutiny.
Then, out of nowhere, a voice arose from behind him, its cadence aligned with his measured steps.
"I think you were rather too harsh on him."
Ruvian turned his head slightly, though his steps did not stop, merely enough to place a face upon the voice—and found, to his mild surprise, that it was…
'Melia?'
For an instant, his attention lingered.
