“Listen, Aertis,” Lyria said in a quiet tone the next morning, as the two best friends waited in her room for Ravelina and Haribelle to arrive. “Please don’t say anything about the observatory to the others, okay?”
“Why not?” Aertis asked, her eyes widening in shock. “I think it’s all very romantic. Starlight, under the eye of the Goddess, talking about the old stories, the Creations, you got to know his son…” she bumps her shoulder into Lyria’s, a little lilt in her voice as she wiggled her eyebrows suggestively. “Why don’t you want them to know about it?”
“They’re in the competition too… I don’t want it to make them uncomfortable. I’m not entirely sure it was permitted, and I don’t want them to think that I got some kind of advantage. I don’t want them to think I cheated, you know?” Ly
