Your summon is remarkable," Lyra said to , keeping her eyes on Seraphine with the particular attention of soone who understood what they were looking at.
"She is," I said.
"Does she fight independently or do you direct her?" Lyra said.
"Both," Seraphine said, before I could answer. Her voice was warm and clear and had the specific quality she used when she was being informative and also demonstrating that she was present and entirely capable of speaking for herself.
Lyra blinked. Most summons did not initiate direct conversation with strangers.
"Both," Lyra repeated, looking at .
"The bond is Sovereign Mark grade," I said. "The independence within a fight exists because the emotional resonance runs deep enough that she anticipates direction before I give it."
Lyra nodded slowly, working through the implications. "That is a significant advantage," she said.
"It has its complications too," I said honestly.
Seraphine made a sound.
"What kind of complications?" Lyra asked.
"The kind that co with any relationship where both parties have strong feelings about outcos," I said.
Lyra looked between and Seraphine with an expression that was reassessing several things simultaneously.
"I ca to ask if you wanted a practice partner," she said. "Second and first year cross-training. Your fusion depth and my wind class mobility would be an interesting combination to work against."
I thought about it.
It was a genuine offer with genuine tactical value. Working against a wind class would be useful. Wind class summons were fast and worked in three dinsions in a way that warrior and creature class entities did not, and the combat assessnts were going to include varied opponent types eventually.
"Tomorrow afternoon?" I said.
"Tomorrow afternoon," she confird.
She gave another smile, gathered her wind class summon, and walked off toward the upper practice section.
I turned around.
Seraphine was standing with her hands loosely clasped and her expression was the composed pleasantness and underneath the pleasantness was a weather system.
"She is a good training resource," I said.
"Yes," Seraphine said.
"Wind class mobility is a genuine gap in my current combat experience," I said.
"Yes," Seraphine said.
"Her offer was entirely professional," I said.
"Her smile was not entirely professional," Seraphine said. Even and clear and with the quality of soone reporting a fact they have assessed very carefully.
I looked at her.
She looked back at with those crimson eyes that currently had a particular quality in them. Not anger. Not jealousy in the simple version. The deeper thing she had described in the storage shed. The thing that found the concept of competing claims fundantally incompatible with the way it understood the world.
"She smiled at you," Seraphine said. "And you smiled back."
"Being polite," I said.
"Being charming," she said.
"Is there a difference?"
"To ? Currently? Not especially," she said.
I rubbed my face with one hand.
"Seraphine."
"I am not going to do anything," she said imdiately. Preemptive. She knew where I was going. "She is a useful training resource and you need varied combat experience and her offer was professionally motivated and also personally motivated and I am going to hold all of that and let you make your own choices."
She said it with the specific cadence of soone reciting sothing they had prepared in advance to say instead of what they wanted to say.
"Thank you," I said.
"You are welco," she said. "It was very difficult."
"I know," I said.
"I want the ongoing credit," she said.
"You have it," I said. "Significant credit. I am impressed."
Sothing in her face shifted into the genuine warmth. Not the constructed pleasantness. The real version. "Good," she said quietly.
She was quiet for a mont. Then she said, with no lead-up at all: "If she touches your collar I will not be held responsible."
"She is not going to touch my collar."
"If she does."
"She is not."
"Hypothetically."
"Seraphine."
"I am just telling you the boundary of my capacity for restraint so you can plan accordingly," she said. Completely reasonable. Completely unreasonable.
I stared at her.
She stared back with perfect composure.
"Nobody is touching my collar," I said.
"Correct," she said, satisfied. "Nobody is."
I went back to fusion practice.
That evening I found Evelyne in the spot I expected to find her, which was the upper study room two floors above the main library that most students did not know existed because it was not in the standard student orientation materials. I had found it in week one through the novel’s background and Evelyne had apparently found it on her own initiative within the first three days because she was Evelyne.
She was already there when I arrived. Two candles on the desk because the light fitting in this room had been unreliable for apparently several years. Her griffin was asleep on the windowsill, which I had never seen it do before, the total collapsed-bird sleep of sothing that had trained hard and run out of awake.
She looked up when I ca in.
"The third party," I said.
"You reached the sa conclusion," she said. Not a question.
"The Hollow Compact," I said.
She went still.
"You know the na," she said.
"I know more than the docunts show," I said. "I told you that."
She looked at for a long mont. The candle light did sothing interesting to the lines of her face, softened the sharp edges of her usual expression into sothing that was still precise but warr.
"How," she said. One word. Direct.
"That is a longer conversation," I said. "One I will have with you but not tonight. Tonight I want to tell you what I know about their current activity and what it ans for your position."
"My position," she said.
"They watch this academy," I said. "They have faculty connections. They are looking for specific summoner profiles." I sat across from her. "Your griffin is a high-tier bonded line. Your assessnt scores place you at the top of the cohort. Your family house, even with the political complications, carries the kind of historical weight that makes you visible in certain circles."
She was very still.
"They are watching you," she said.
"They were watching you before you arrived," I said. "The entrance examination results are not private at the institutional level. Anyone with the right faculty connection saw your scores."
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