The Academy's morning air was crisp, tinged with the faint scent of snow lingering from the Grove's visit. Lira had just finished her rounds in the library, helping students with small elemental exercises, when Grandmaster Elion appeared beside her, leaning casually on his staff.
"So," he began, voice playful yet carrying the weight of experience, "I hear the Grove has been thriving under your care. Fénix, rainbow beetles, pollinators… quite the flourishing little paradise." He paused, letting the praise settle. "But tell me, Lira… have you ever thought about looking beyond our borders? Perhaps something… far, far north?"
Lira tilted her head, curious. "Far north?" she asked cautiously, sensing the teasing lilt in his tone.
