"You must know why I called you?"
The words settled calmly in the air of Miss Elowen's cabin, a space far quieter than the classroom, its interior reflecting the same refined aesthetic of the academy yet softened by a more personal touch, with faint streams of water flowing gently within glass conduits along the walls, casting a tranquil glow across the room.
Damon sat across the table from her, his posture relaxed but his eyes sharp, as if already prepared for what was to come.
"I don't like it," he said after a brief pause, his tone steady, "but I guess… I was looking forward to this."
A faint glint passed through Elowen's eyes, her smile subtle yet knowing.
"You must really want to control that power, huh," she said.
Damon gave a small nod.
For a moment, neither of them spoke, the silence not uncomfortable, but deliberate.
Elowen leaned back slightly, her gaze still fixed on him as she continued.
