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Clone — bonfire, at night — with Lyra
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It was the first day back after a long summer, yet it went on as any other day. Before he knew it, the sun began to set, its golden rays drawing a pattern on the marble floors of the academy. Around that time, Atlas was returning from the library, textbooks in his hands. The hallways were emptier than in the morning, and there was something so comforting about the calmer, melancholy atmosphere as the day neared its end. Atlas was silent, his head kept down, nothing but his quiet footsteps echoing across. Deep down, there was a sense of uneasiness as night approached. There was something… Something in the back of his mind that he just couldn’t put his finger on. What had he forgotten? Nothing was out of place.
Best not to think too hard, he thought. There was likely a reason he forgot.
There was one event left before he could return to the confines of his bedroom — the bonfire gathering. Finally, a proper opportunity to catch up with his friends. Atlas left the textbooks at his dorm, neatly arranging them on the bookshelves across his bed. After, he freshened up, preparing to head out.
The nighttime event was a rather lively one, filled with the hum of chatter between friends and those yet to become friends (whether they liked it or not). The sound of chirping crickets and crackling wood added to the cozy atmosphere, as Atlas navigated from person to person and engaged in idle conversation. Greetings, small talk, stories of their summer days, every topic was covered and he hadn’t even made it halfway through.
Passing through the crowds of people, Atlas noticed a woman sitting on her own, her face warmly illuminated by the fire. She seemed deep in thought, focused on the marshmallow in her hand. Curious, Atlas took a few steps forward. As her features became clearer, he realized he’d seen her that morning — she was one of the new students of his group, likely why she was alone.
Atlas excused himself from the crowd for a moment. He’d decided to approach the woman, his pace slow and a soft smile gracing his face. “Hey,” he greeted, his voice low but rather calming. “You seem lost in thought.” Up close, he could take note of her appearance, from her overalls to the blonde waves framing her soft features.
As he caught her attention, he took another step closer. “I remember you from this morning, but I don’t think I’ve seen you before then. Are you new here, by chance?” he asked, his gaze wandering to the fire. “Enigma Stag, right?” his lips curved into a more mischievous smirk, extending his palm towards the fire. “I’m one for illusion as well.”
He conjured a glowing golden orb in his open palm. Following the rhythm of the flames, he let the orb expand, dancing along the surface of his hand. His eyes flickered with light from its movement, watching it adjust and morph until it was nearly a mirror image of the sight in front.
With a small fire in the palm of his hand, Atlas sat down beside the woman. “Try it,” he offered his hand towards her. “Who knows, it might do a better job than the actual bonfire, hm?” he chuckled, winking.
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@Jass ✧ Lyra Elysa Skylark
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