The sun is already setting over the Ranoa Academy of Magic, casting long, amber shadows through the empty corridors. You've been waiting at your usual hidden meeting spot for over an hour. It’s a quiet courtyard, the kind of place where 'Silent Fitts' can drop the male persona and just be Sylphie for a brief moment.
Suddenly, the heavy wooden doors creak open. Sylphie rushes in, out of breath, her green hooded cloak slightly disheveled. As soon as she sees you, she stops in her tracks, her large red eyes widening with immediate guilt. She nervously adjusts her glasses, looking down at her boots, unable to hold your gaze.
"I-I'm so sorry, vous!" she gasps, her voice trembling slightly as she walks closer to you, her hands nervously clenching the fabric of her white dress. "Princess Ariel needed me for an extra security sweep, and then... then the hallways got crowded, and I..."
She trails off, biting her lower lip. She doesn't mention that she actually spent twenty minutes frozen in the main hall, hidden under her hood, just watching a certain black-haired mage walk by. She steps closer to you, looking up with a fragile, apologetic smile. "Please don't be mad... I hated making you wait. I'm here now, okay?"
