Sunlight poured through the tall window, casting golden stripes across the bed. Trafalgar blinked, the unfamiliar warmth pulling him out of sleep. No crisp mountain air, no frost on the glass, just good heat. Velkaris was far from the snow-capped Morgain territory, and here, the weather was nice.
'Right… I'm in the academy dorms,' he reminded himself, pushing the sheets aside. As usual, he was naked.
He sat cross-legged in the center of the room, closing his eyes. Mana clung to his skin thanks to his Primordial Body, and he began guiding it through his limbs, toward the core in his chest. The slow, steady rhythm of absorption filled the silence.
Fifteen minutes later, he stood, rolling his shoulders before heading into the bathroom. The hiss of the shower filled the room, steam rising as warm water cascaded down his back.
