While Areyos, Kaiser, their cousins, and Yoko roamed the shops of Baringer, Klaus and his crew enjoyed a quiet day at their house, a white stone building tucked in a peaceful neighborhood. The air smelled of polished wood and spices from a dish Zayren was devouring at the living room table. Anos, slouched in a worn armchair, flipped through a chemistry book. Zyriel, sitting cross-legged on a rug, painted her nails a vibrant red, the bottle giving off a chemical scent.
Klaus walked in, a bag of groceries in hand, scanning the room with a mix of annoyance and irony. "You guys still know how to move, or have you forgotten how your legs work?" he said, dropping the bag on the table with a thud.
Zayren, mouth full, shrugged. "It's hot, it's the holidays. What do you expect? Us training like maniacs?"
"Technically, it's not holidays," Zyriel corrected, not looking up from her nails. "We're done with classes for good."
"Yeah, true," Zayren mumbled, gulping down some juice.
