Second Years I

"Are you jealous?"

Zariel turned, catching a glance at Tiamat, sauntering over, her hips swaying with meaning. He shrugged, turning back to the duel between Aurelia and Zilya. 

Despite the significant progress made since the return of the young elf a few months ago, it was all rendered irrelevant in comparison to Aurelia's exceptional skills. The duel, which began with such promise, came to an abrupt end, with Zilya lying on the ground, helpless and vulnerable, a sharp sword tip pointed menacingly at her exposed throat.

"What's there to be jealous over?" Zariel asks as the two girls retake their positions to start once more. 

Tiamat nestled herself beside him, leaning on the railing to the outside gazebo. Her blood-red eyes glinted beneath the setting sun. She studied him, much like a prey. 

"Her innocence?"