That weekend,

Aria

The weather was unusually pleasant.

The sun hung low above the horizon, bathing the academy gardens in warm gold and orange light. A gentle breeze carried the scent of flowers through the grass, soft enough that even I couldn't find a reason to complain about it.

The children, meanwhile, had decided that this was the perfect opportunity to stage a fashion show.

All three of them wore matching white summer outfits.

Lycian's white shirt was neatly buttoned despite his constant attempts to climb trees. Fenris wore a white dress with tiny embroidered wolves along the hem, while Drako had somehow managed to acquire a miniature white vest...