324 Temporary ranks

Footsteps echoed till the door sprung open, "-Eira, is something the matter?" asked Ysmay as she panted.

 "N-no really," gasping for air, Ysmay reached over to give a comforting hand. Over towards the middle of the room rested a round table with the girls sat around. Filled with pastries, maids stood at the ready for any request. 

 "Let's settle down," she offered.

 "Come, the cake is good," said Mille with cream over her cheek.

 "Do mind thy manners," fired Anastasia who proceeded to wipe the cream off.

 "Come on, sit," smiled Christina with a sister feel.

 "Thanks," said the princess who joined the feast.

Accompanied by Youst, Tony and the others wanted to have a tour of the military grounds. Though on the gravel floor, the castle hosted a training area towards the right. Hidden amidst trees, none would have figured said place existed.