I'm sorry, Elder

"So, do you think they will pick us?" Veila asked as their group slowly made their way up the street. 

She didn't look at Mia while asking this question, too busy bathing her own face in the warm rays of the morning sun. 

"I don't know," Mia shrugged her shoulders as she replied. "And I could hardly care at this point," she added, rolling her eyes. 

It wasn't Veila's fault for asking this question. 

Given it was the selection day today, when the participants of the coming intersect tournament would be chosen, Veila was fully within her right to ask this question. 

But after learning everything that she did over the past few days, Mia's approach towards the topic changed drastically. 

"Huh?" Veila shrugged in surprise, instantly giving up on her previous relaxation to cast her eyes at Mia's profile. "That's something new, isn't it?" she pointed out, leaning her head to the side as if in an attempt to get a better look at Mia's face.