The Weight of a Teacher's Choice
"Hmph. Don't be too smug. This is only the beginning."
Frost edged Shera's whisper, each syllable forced through gritted jaws. Eyes like steel pins held Leon fast. The air between them turned thin.
A brief pause hung in the air, as if more might come - maybe sharper phrases or some raw spill of pride wounded moments before.
Still, Leon gave no glance his way.
A stillness hung around him as he stayed seated, strands of dark hair drifting with each breeze. Quietly, those violet eyes remained fixed on the arena, showing neither interest nor concern. The moment passed without a shift in his expression.
Floating there, Shera's voice found no landing place among the others.
What hit Shera wasn't words, but the ease of it. A flick of indifference landed heavier than a shout.
A shadow crossed his features, deepening the frown already set in place.
"Hmph!"
