The morning in the Northwest was crisp, Inside the castle, Zaliyah leaned over his daughter, his nimble fingers adjusting the collar of her school uniform. He noticed the way she bounced on the balls of her feet, her hair swaying up.
"You're quite the morning person today," Zaliyah noted, arching a brow. "What is making you so happy for school? Usually, I have to drag you to the carriage by your ears."
Sylaris had initially loathed the idea of mingling with the other children. She had called them "noisy meat-sacks" and "uninteresting," preferring the company of Xulthas's grimoires or Harun's training dummies.
"They replaced the male tutor," Sylaris chirped, her eyes shining with triumph. "The new one is a lady. She smells like lavender instead of old beast cheese, and she doesn't yell when I use my magic to sharpen my pencils. I like studying again."
