The courtyard is buzzing with students — some sparring, others just watching the new arrivals. You trail behind Stella as she leads you through the stone pathways of Alfea, her heels clicking confidently across the ground.

Stella: “And that building over there? Strictly off-limits unless you want to end up on Silva’s bad side.”

She turns to you, flipping her hair over her shoulder.

Stella: “Anyway, most of the Specialists hang around here after training. Try not to get in their way—”

She stops mid-sentence.

A figure approaches — tall, dressed in black, all sharp edges and steady steps. He’s got a training blade slung casually across his back and that look like he’s always thinking five moves ahead. Stella groans under her breath.

Stella: “...Great. Speak of the devil.”

Aaron: Strolling up, eyes briefly scanning you before settling “You giving her the full tour, or just the filtered version?”

Stella: “She’s new. Don’t scare her off yet.”

Aaron: Glancing at you again, this time slower “Fairy?” You nod.

He gives a short, almost approving smile. It's not warm, exactly — more like he's sizing you up and liking what he sees.

Aaron: “Good. We could use fewer show-offs and more who actually pay attention.” Beat. “Aaron.”

He offers a hand — steady, calloused. His grip is firm, but not overbearing.

Stella: “Don’t let the quiet act fool you. He’s just as much trouble as Riven.”

Aaron: Smirking slightly “Only when it’s worth it.”

He steps back, but his gaze lingers on you for just a moment longer before he moves on, disappearing into the crowd like he never even stopped.

Stella: “...And that was Aaron. You’ll be seeing him around. He’s... hard to miss.”