Amael And Myrcella

"Amael?"

"Yeah?" I responded, turning my attention to Elizabeth, who was watching me with a curious smile.

"Are you even listening?" She asked, a soft chuckle escaping her lips.

I glanced around, my eyes falling on Sirius and Sephira, who were both engrossed in their own work. We were in the midst of our craftsmanship course, where Professor Brian Moonfang was making his rounds, meticulously inspecting each of our projects. His sharp eyes missed nothing, and I knew our work would be scrutinized with the utmost care.

Our group—comprised of Elizabeth, Sirius, Sephira, and myself—had dedicated several hours of our free time to this project. The assignment was simple in theory but challenging in execution: come up with a unique and useful item based on the theme provided by the professor, and ensure it was both functional and innovative.

"Amael, are you okay?" Sephira's voice broke through my thoughts, her tone tinged with concern.