Junior Sorceress Melisa Blackflame, Part Thirty
{Raven}
The afternoon sun filtered through the ornate roof of one of the many academy gazebos, casting intricate shadows across Raven's face.
She'd been sitting there in silence for what felt like hours, lost in her thoughts...
... Next to Armia, who'd, for some reason, sat down next to her.
Raven's eyes darted to Armia for the umpteenth time. The darian girl's presence was... unexpected.
[Hm... Screw it,] Raven thought, her curiosity finally getting the better of her. [Might as well ask.]
"So," Raven cleared her throat. "What brings you here?"
Armia blinked, as if suddenly remembering Raven was there. She let out a long-suffering sigh, her shoulders slumping.
"With Melisa and Isabella out doing their thing, there's jack shit to do around here," Armia grumbled. "And I'm not exactly eager to head back home yet."
Raven nodded, about to let the conversation lapse back into silence when something caught her attention.