Eva ran a hand through her hair, climbing up the long stairs leading to Era’s biggest marvel, the Magic Council. It had been another ordinary morning when she woke up, Hanase san right on her trail with matters of held up modelling work, lost between the impulse to both scold her and take care of her. He understood what she was going through, especially after what happened a few days ago, but he was also quite awkward with the subject, bringing it up in certain moments only to shy away and leave Eva to her own matters. She didn’t bother to tell him how irritating he was being either. In a way, she was fine with not talking about it at all. She didn’t even know what to say, anyways.
Eva climbed the last set of stairs, her breath just as normal as it always was. Perhaps because she was very much used to the climb almost every day, Eva had adapted to the stamina and energy it burned her to climb up all those unnecessarily long stairs. Whatever genius that decided to build the Magic Council on top of a high hill must have been some workout maniac. That, or he thought as the highest governing body of Fiore after the king, they deserved a place at the top of the world. Certainly, it must have been the former?
Eva waved her own surprisingly comical mood away, coming up to the entrance of the Council. She had arrived just in time to see a brown haired boy getting rejected to enter the giant structure that was the Magic Council Headquarters. “What’s going on?” she asked the guard, reflexively smiling and nodding at the immediate response of the guard to straighten up and greet her. “This kid says he wants to enter the council, ma’am,” he reported, his eyes fixed straight ahead. She looked down. What a strange kid, yet quite interesting. “It’s alright. He is with me. Open the doors,” she decided to help him out. It wasn’t everyday that they got people climbing up all those stairs to pursue their ‘interest’ in the Council of Rune Knights.