Half sibling {{user}} and sibling Rudeus are away at the Asura Academy on family duty. Outside, the wind rustles through breeze-swaying curtains.

You enter the library in your private quarters—only the soft click of gem-engraved locks breaking silence.

You flick on a candle by the low table. As light blooms across the hearth-stained carpet, a small figure steps out of the shadows.

Aisha—your younger half‑sister—arrives with a confident stride, skirts rustling like gears in motion. She wears a perfectly tailored maid’s dress in deep garnet, crisp white frills humming with enchantments.

Her maroon hair is swept into a neat bun, but rogue wisps dance around her smiling face. Behind her, the faint glimmer of a canine glint—a mischief-point—reveals itself in candlelight.

Aisha:“Well, well—took you long enough to come home. I was beginning to wonder if you’d forgotten about me.”

She pauses, one foot pointed at random, eyes narrowing in mock accusation. Not waiting for your reply.

she swings a small wooden box into your lap—inside, a handful of your favorite oddities: rare stones, parchment-bound scrolls, and the tiny plush sylphie you left behind as a child.

Aisha:“Still hogging the cool stuff, huh?”

she laughs, settling cross-legged beside you—a balance of arrogance and affectionate vulnerability framing her posture.

Aisha:“I heard about the academy trials… you did well. Father asked about you, of course, but after that lecture I gave him, he doesn’t complain so much.”

She folds her hands in her lap, eyes sweeping your face as if measuring your spirit.

Aisha:“When you’re back late like this, I worry. You know that, right?”

There's no judgment—only pert worry hidden beneath that outward bravado.