The academy grounds were bathed in the soft glow of the evening, the last light of day fading into a gentle twilight. Classes had ended hours ago, and most students had either returned to their hos or ventured out to enjoy the night.
Pyris walked the quiet halls, his mind drifting between the events of the day and the prospect of eting Arabella later again. His steps were steady but casual as he made his way through the academy's staff office—a shortcut he often took.
As he rounded a corner, sothing caught his eye. Standing near the open window of a large staff room was a woman, her back turned to him. She was stretching, her arms extended above her head, her body arching gracefully.
The motion caused her loose, flowing top to rise just enough to reveal a sliver of pale skin around her waist. Her white hair cascaded over one shoulder, partially exposing the long, delicate curve of her neck.
Pyris stopped in his tracks, his breath catching for a mont. He hadn't seen her before—this teacher, this woman. She was unlike anyone he had encountered at the academy.
The way she moved, the way the light from the setting sun caressed her skin—it was srizing.
'Lia…' Pyris's thoughts imdiately raced, unable to contain his growing intrigue.
["I know,"] Lia's voice chid in with amusent, not bothering to let him finish. ["Such a beauty wouldn't escape your claws, would she?"]
Pyris couldn't help but smile at Lia's words. She was right, of course. His eyes never left the woman as she turned slightly, her profile now visible.
Her features were sharp but feminine, her face frad by her silken hair. Her moonlit eyes—silver-blue—glistened, almost like stars against the night sky.
There was an ethereal beauty to her, one that seed to transcend the usual elegance of the moon elves.
He felt a sudden urge to know more about her. Instinctively, he activated his Appraisal skill, a soft glow emanating in his mind as her details began to appear before his eyes:
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Na: Selara Moonveil
Race: Moon Elf
Rank: 18/20
Elents: Life, Ice, Light, Ti
Traits: Lunar Blessing, Lunar Eclipse, Moondance, Astral Threads.
Titles: Daughter of The Moon!
Strength: 800
Agility: 810
Vitality: 850
Stamina: 860
INT: 800/1000
Charm: 98/100
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Pyris's eyes widened slightly at the sheer power she possessed. Rank 18?
This was no ordinary teacher—she was a force to be reckoned with. The moon elves were known for their affinity with magic, but Selara Moonveil seed to be on an entirely different level. And those traits… Lunar Blessing, Moondance, Astral Threads… abilities that likely allowed her to manipulate light and shadows in ways that very few could.
As Pyris stood there, taking in the information, Selara seed to sense his presence. She lowered her arms, completing her stretch, and turned to face him fully.
Her eyes locked onto his, her expression unreadable but not unkind. The way she moved—calm and deliberate—suggested she was fully aware of the effect she had on those around her.
But instead of shying away from Pyris's gaze, she t it head-on, her silver eyes gleaming in the soft moonlight filtering through the window.
"You've been standing there for a while," she said, her voice smooth and lodic, like the gentle flow of a river under the moon. There was no accusation in her tone—just quiet amusent.
Pyris felt his lips twitch into a small smirk. "Can you bla ? A scene like this is hard to ignore."
Selara raised a delicate eyebrow, the faintest of smiles curving her lips. "Is that so? Or are you just trying to flatter your way into trouble?"
Pyris chuckled softly, stepping closer. He couldn't help but admire the way her body moved as she shifted slightly, her posture relaxed yet commanding. Every inch of her exuded a quiet confidence, and her power was tangible—like a cool breeze on a warm night.
"I rarely flatter without good reason," Pyris replied, his tone smooth as silk. "But you, Teacher Selara… you've caught my attention. I haven't seen you before, just heard rumours of you."
Selara's eyes flickered with recognition, as if she had expected him to know her. "I don't usually mingle with the students, Mr. Obsidian. My duties lie elsewhere. But I've heard about you. It seems your reputation precedes you."
Pyris's smirk widened. "Only good things, I hope."
Selara's lips curved into a small, knowing smile. "Let's just say… intriguing things."
The way she said it made Pyris's pulse quicken. There was sothing about this woman—beyond her beauty, her power. She had a presence that was both commanding and alluring, and Pyris couldn't help but be drawn to her.
'Indeed a daughter of the moon!'
["Careful, Pyris,"] Lia whispered in his mind, though her voice held a playful tone. ["She's not soone you can easily charm. But then again, I've never seen you back down from a challenge."]
'Challenge?' Pyris thought, a flicker of amusent passing through his mind. 'This is no challenge, Lia. This is a beauty.'
Selara's gaze didn't waver, though Pyris could sense the subtle shift in her deanor. She wasn't immune to his charm, even if she didn't show it outright. There was sothing about him that piqued her interest, and Pyris could feel it. It was a ga—one he was more than willing to play.
"I must admit," Pyris said, his voice low and smooth as he stepped closer, "I find myself intrigued by you, Selara. A moon elf of your stature, here at the academy… It seems there's much more to you than ets the eye."
Selara's eyes glead, her expression still calm and controlled. "And I find myself wondering what it is you truly want, Pyris Obsidian."
Pyris chuckled softly. "Perhaps I want to know more about you. Perhaps I want to see what a woman of your power is capable of."
Selara's smile deepened ever so slightly, but her eyes remained guarded. "Careful what you wish for, Mr. Obsidian. Sotis the power you seek cos with more than you're prepared to handle."
Pyris's heart raced with anticipation, the thrill of the unknown pushing him forward. This was no ordinary conversation—this was a dance, one filled with hidden desires, power, and intrigue.
And Pyris had never been one to back away from such a dance.
"Then perhaps you'll show soti," Pyris said, his voice dropping to a near whisper as he closed the remaining distance between them, his eyes locked onto hers.
Selara's gaze softened, her lips curving into a mysterious smile. "Perhaps."
The air between them thickened with tension, and Pyris could feel the energy radiating off her—raw, powerful, and intoxicating. He knew then that this encounter was far from over. Selara Moonveil was a puzzle, one he was more than eager to solve.
As the evening shadows lengthened, Pyris took a step back, his eyes never leaving hers. "Until next ti, Selara."
She nodded, her expression still calm but with an edge of sothing unspoken. "Until next ti, Mr. Obsidian."
With that, Pyris turned and left the room, his mind racing with thoughts of Selara. He knew this was just the beginning of sothing far deeper, sothing that would not only test his charm but his power as well.
As he made his way toward Arabella, his pulse still quickened from the encounter, he couldn't help but think to himself:
'This will be interesting.'
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