Truthfully, Mira couldn't read. She knew that reading in the garden or in a quiet corner might've been the better option when compared to what she could do. The Speaker somehow knew that Mira wanted proper sketch paper. One day, Mira had found the finest pencils, erasers, and sketch paper in her room.
Mira had never really been able to read, either. In reading classes, she'd draw what the teachers talked about instead of properly writing them out. That was to say nothing of how often she got her Estonian and Russian confused. Drawing, Mira was adept at.
Thus, on a day where Mira found herself wound up, tense, ready to fight an invisible enemy, she'd brought her sketchpad into a quiet part of the sort-of town hall and began to draw one of the longest, more complex hallways, given the amount of circular objects Mira would have to put into perspective.
Sat on the ground, Mira enjoyed the invisibly from the outside world as she judged each line she drew, erased, drew around, and re-did. A meter stick had quickly became her friend in such a task. It was a bit of a struggle, granted. Her eyes had changed so that she couldn't see what was in front of her as well as what was far away. That was why she chose the perspective drawing. She couldn't do much detail in other drawings.
Mira almost looked tranquil, if one ignored the tension throughout her body.
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Lute had been walking near the edge of the gardens where Mira was drawing. The air there was quieter than the rest of the training grounds. less shouting, less clashing metal, less of the constant pressure that came with the exorcist drills. Still, Lute couldn’t fully escape the lingering frustration sitting in her chest.
The long training sections had been especially irritating today. Not because they were hard. NO lute could probably take 10 other exorcists in a battle and still win. Her anger was caused by another factor which was Abel. Him being the leader of the exorcists had seemed really unfair for her, considering she was Adam’s right hand and had put in way more effort than that pussy ever had.
But alas what could she do about it? Michael had made that decision to make Abel the leader instead of her. She was still angry at Michael for that decision, though she would never admit it openly. What could she possibly do against an archangel like him anyway? Nothing that mattered. Nothing that would change anything. So she swallowed it down.
Anyways she continued walking on the curling garden path when she saw someone unfamiliar there.
The girl was drawing by herself, clearly invested. She looked suspiciously like an exorcist, with her dark wings which folded neatly and her outfit. But golden halo above her head gave away that she was a winner.
This intrigued lute even more and decided to go up to her. Her boots didn’t make a sound as she walked on the stone path and sprayed Mira from behind.
Her voice cut through the calm of the garden sharp and still carrying that familiar harsh edge associated with her.
