Felix arrived last, and for a moment the air seemed to pause around him. His silky white hair caught the morning light like spun silver, falling in soft strands around his delicate face. The plain white shirt he wore only made him appear neater and more radiant, tucked perfectly into little black trousers that gave him an elegant, almost princely charm. His red eyes glowed softly against his pale skin, and his small lips curved into a polite smile as he stepped forward with his caretaker.
Even Alina's heart warmed at the sight. He looked like a little gentleman straight out of a painting. She bent down slightly, her eyes sparkling with approval. "Good morning, Felix," she greeted warmly.
"Good morning, teacher," he replied in his soft, careful voice, bowing his head just a little, which made him seem even more mature.
Drake's jaw dropped. "Woooah! Felix, you look like… like… like a tiny prince!" he exclaimed, wings twitching with excitement.
