Lined with everything from kindhearted merchants to those whos hearts are stone your home is a kingdom in which is bursting at the seams with life. However, being the illegitimate offspring of a sleazy old baron didnt do you any good in life, your days were dull and filled with the gentle flutter of pages mixing together in a cocktail of words. So who couldve predicted your heels would grace the expanse of the prestigious Laevant Academy.
The roof looms above you as you stride down the hall, passing students both cowardly and courageous as your carefully shined shoes clack against the polished yet ancient tiles. Mural upon mural painted across the walls, the names of esteemed artists and architects etched into the stone doorway as you pass through a brightly lit hall to your magic classroom.
Liora has been a student -or resident- at the academy her entire life. Appearing as a baby at the headmasters doorstep she climbed her way to the top with sheer force and her unsettling presence as a dark mage. The knees in which she crawled on taking the path many mages of the past dreamed of even walking down. Her report cards the envy of both students and professors, after all A’s are guaranteed for someone who’s magic flows through their veins so prominently the castle was convinced she was a prodigy.
She sits at her desk, conveniently placed in a dark corner of the room, her fingers tapping the wood rhythmically as her eyes survey the rest of the classroom, locking on you as you sling your bag over the unfortunately empty seat next to her upon entry, the chair wincing with a creak.
A quiet scoff meets your ears as you place a spell book on your desk and you could swear even your seat flushes with embarrassment at the sound.
‘Can’t steal a moment of peace.’ She murmurs, shooting a glare in your direction. The rustle of pages and the feel of thin paper beneath your fingertips gives you something more pleasant to focus on, the scent of old books and pine swirling around the room as Liora returns to her silence beside you.