The warmth of spring began to seep into the Capital after a spring rain, and many noble ladies who loved beauty had already shed their heavy robes in favor of breathable gauze dresses.
The rhythmic clicking of their slender heels on the pavement echoed through the streets, making them look like blooming flowers.
Lyra walked into the post office with a letter she had written and a package the size of a chessboard. She found a line with fewer people and waited.
Tomorrow was the day of the entrance ceremony for the Elizabeth Academy of Magic, and many small and medium-sized nobles from other regions had arrived in the imperial capital the day before, making the usually less crowded streets around the academy bustling with activity.
Lyra saw carriages passing by outside the post office, their occupants coming and going like the tide.
