Chapter 73: A morning
Lor woke with a stretch that pulled at every sore muscle in his back, the mattress cradling him like a lover, his blanket twisted halfway off his legs.
His sleep had been deep, uninterrupted—well-earned after bending the sky to his will.
The memory of last night’s rain spell flickered through his mind, a grin spreading across his face, his hazel eyes glinting with quiet pride.
He sat up slowly, rubbing his eyes, glancing at the faint damp trail of dried water from his open window to the floor, a ghost of his triumph even after magic-cleaning.
After a lazy yawn, he shuffled through his morning routine.
A quick piss, brushing his teeth with a half-hearted scrub, a splash of cold water to his, and a rinse of his black hair, leaving it tousled.
Sunlight climbed through the clouds, casting pale gold over his desk as he stepped back into his room.
Today was an academy day.
He tugged on his uniform shirt, buttoning it absentmindedly, straightened his tie with two quick flicks, and ran fingers through his hair, keeping the messy.
His bag slung over one shoulder, he headed downstairs, the scent of sizzling garlic and onions hitting him like a warm embrace.
Mira stood at the stove in a simple nightgown and apron, her black hair tied up, lips pursed in mild irritation as she stirred a pan, her curves outlined softly by the fabric.