Unease
As they stepped out of the guild, Azara, curious, leaned closer to Akun, her yellow eyes sparkling with questions. "So, Master," she whispered, her voice barely a murmur over the noise of the street, "what exactly is the new course of action you mentioned?"
Akun looked around the bustling cityscape, his gaze sharp. "The Academy may be heavily guarded at the entrances," he replied, his voice low and measured, "but surely all sides can't be under constant vigilance. My plan is to fly over the academy walls, finding a section with fewer guards or a blind spot."
Genreia, her brows furrowed in concern. "Fly in? Won't you be easily spotted?" she saked, her voice a low rumble.
Akun flashed a confident grin. "Not if I'm fast enough," he said, a mischievous glint in his eyes. As he leaned in slightly.