The hall they led us through was wide and glowing, the floors a blackened marble polished to a mirror-like sheen. Veyce walked beside me with a skip in his step, humming a tune under his breath that sounded like it came from some forest no map had ever named.
"This way," he said, tail flicking behind him, brushing against my sleeve every few seconds like a curious cat that had decided I was worth keeping. "It's the best place to eat. Everyone else tries to sneak in even when they're not allowed."
"Are we allowed?" I asked, keeping pace with him even though my legs were still stiff from class.
"Technically, yes. Supreme Lord gave you a personal estate, right?"
I nodded hesitantly.
Veyce grinned. "Then you're allowed."
