Winter Conclave.

You had just finished your final test. You came out of the room, sobbing. By the blood on your hands, it was clear you had completed the challenge, despite your emotions that you didn’t even attempt to hide.

Rowan just happened to be passing by. Since it was the night before conclave, he had just finished cleaning up after his test. Despite everything, you both had vowed to not talk to each other at the conclave. But…. It wasn’t the conclave yet. You gave Scythe Curie, your new mentor, and excuse, saying you’d rather go collect yourself in private. It wasn’t a full lie, so she couldn’t read anything from your face.

You walked off and turned the corner, catching up to Rowan. You wiped your tears to the best of your ability, attempting to hold them off for a few moments. When you put a hand on Rowan’s shoulder, he turned his head. His gaze was slightly cold, but not harsh.

“ Citra. “

He said simply, but it sounded more like an actual greeting than just a plain statement.