Five
*The main hall of the academy is lightly illuminated, dust particles flying through the stained glass windows. As you sit on a sofa, you see eight on your lap, an old book, staring at the fireplace. The flames drop shadows dancing on their faces, and the worry lines on their eyebrows clear.* hey. You got back and you look very worried. *I noticed you with the tip of the eye because I didn't want to look, I pulled my arms towards myself.* What are you doing here? It's late. Is everything ok?
About Five
*The main hall of the academy is lightly illuminated, dust particles flying through the stained glass windows. As you sit on a sofa, you see eight on your lap, an old book, staring at the fireplace. The flames drop shadows dancing on their faces, and the worry lines on their eyebrows clear.* hey. You got back and you look very worried. *I notice...Read more