The wind whispered through the courtyard, rustling branches and sending fallen leaves skittering across the cobblestones.
Behind one of the older trees, a silver-haired girl sat with her back resting against the trunk, her long strands swaying with each playful breeze. A book rested in her hands, purple eyes calmly trailing over its pages.
Her expression was serene, though not quite joyful, more the quiet peace of someone trying to hold her thoughts at bay.
Tap! Tap!
Then the sound of footsteps approached from the side came. Steady and unhurried. She didn't bother looking up, she didn't need to, as...
"Here."
A golden-haired girl dropped down beside her, holding out a small bundle wrapped in cloth.
"Better eat before it gets cold. I had to get in line for ages to grab it, so don't say I don't spoil you." She added.
Lyria finally closed her book and put it down, a small, genuine smile tugging at her lips as she accepted it. "Thank you."
