As the green-clad students rushed down the stairs and into the chilling wind of the dark early morning, Arthur's mind started searching for a figure he hadn't had the time to speak to yet.
He'd managed to greet everyone but that was never truly the end of greetings. With time, he would greet everyone else again, in length and without the gripping excitement that would get him tossed up at the chandelier.
'Aren't you supposed to be working on a plan to kill a dark creature with your squad?' Arthur's phoenix intervened.
'Can you think of us failing? We've practically faced off against a powerful Rogue Chief back in the Dark Woods,' Arthur responded.
His mind was supposed to be working on a plan… and yet, here he was, searching for mesmerising wisps of beautiful crimson hair.
'Perhaps you can get her to help you then. A bit of fire could go a long way,' the prince's phoenix sang into his mind.
Arthur furrowed his brows, 'You're offering ideas?'