The morning of the departure day broke quietly over the Thorne estate. Mist clung to the gardens and the cracked stones of the courtyard, blurring the damage left behind by the battle. Servants moved between the carriages, loading trunks and supplies under the sharp rhythm of hooves and orders.
Noel stood near the gate. He watched as Elyra, Selene, and Elena spoke with Seraphina one last time before leaving. The three girls looked tired but each ready to return to the academy, to something resembling normal life.
Elyra turned toward him with her usual grin. "Try not to cause trouble while we're gone, alright?"
Noel smirked faintly. "No promises."
Selene gave a quiet nod. "We'll see you in Valon."
Elena adjusted her satchel, her tone gentler. "Take care of her, Noel."
He didn't need to ask who she meant. Charlotte stood a few steps behind him, her hood drawn up, the faint light catching the strands of her pink hair. She waved once to the others, smiling softly.
