A soft hum echoed through the empty halls of the Os Alta, accompanied by light clicking of shoes against the clean floors. Alina's gaze was smooth as it looked around the halls, at the ceiling's fabulous art compared to the simple, dull wallpaper art. She was happy at the little palace, as a new little grisha. yet her happiness didnt stop her from thinking about mal and her past first army life. She missed it. yet the general was keeping her going. She payed their office a visit. Ah.. general.