Chapter 72: Sylra and Bastian
Alex and Bastian pushed through the cafeteria’s carved double doors, the hum of student chatter and clinking dishes washing over them like a warm tide.
The room was a marvel, its vaulted ceiling painted with swirling nebulae that pulsed faintly, as if the stars themselves dined here.
Long tables of polished wood stretched across the marble floor, their surfaces gleaming under floating chandeliers that cast prismatic light, weaving through the savory aroma of roasted herbs, spiced fruit, and fresh-baked bread.
Students milled about, trays laden with vibrant dishes, glistening berries, golden pastries, and steaming bowls of something that smelled like stew.
Alex’s stomach growled, his blonde hair catching the light as he followed Bastian to the serving line, his confidence buoyed by the other boy’s easy grin.
Bastian grabbed a tray, his ruffled brown hair bouncing, his piercing blue eyes glinting with mischief as he piled on food, a heaping scoop of herbed grains, a glistening pastry, and a bowl of crimson fruit that shimmered like jewels.
"Load up, man," he said, his voice a teasing drawl, his lopsided grin flashing as he nudged Alex. "You’ll need fuel to dodge the Council’s spies."
Alex chuckled, his earlier shock about the Council’s scrutiny easing, and filled his tray with similar fare, the scents making his mouth water.
They wove through the crowded tables, Bastian’s swagger parting the sea of students, and settled at a corner table, its surface etched with faint runes that glowed softly under the chandelier light.