Mia Heather's POV
The corridors of Aetherion stretched wide and pale beneath the early sun. Polished marble catching the light in soft gold streaks, spotless aesthetic and the perfect cut between grass and path, left me awestruck. It seemed as though filth had no place being there.
Everything smelled clean and faintly floral, with an undercurrent of something medicinal. It reminded me of old healing rooms, freshly washed linen and crushed leaves between careful fingers.
I adjusted the books I had in hand as I began my way towards the designated classroom.
Students filled the hallways now, flowing in loose clusters, some laughing too loudly, others walking with practiced confidence as though they already belonged here. Their uniforms were tailored, bearing family sigils embroidered in f
