A few days passed without issue.
Well—not many issues. There were some issues.
Alden walked through the academy campus. It was still as desolate as ever.
On his head sat his friendly neighborhood spirit.
She poked his scalp. Again.
'Stop it, Kyun. It hurts,' Alden grumbled in his mind.
She stopped. Immediately. As if she'd heard him.
Which she had.
And yes, as lazy as it sounds, Alden had named her Kyun.
He hadn't planned on it.
Naming something that had been born from Ellara's will was… complicated.
Too heavy.
He wasn't going to impose that kind of legacy on her. They weren't the same. He wouldn't chain her to the past just because he was still caught in it.
So, he gave her options.
Many options.
She rejected almost all of them.
How, you ask?
Apparently, they could communicate. Mind to mind.
She couldn't form proper words yet, but she could send him emotions. Rough ideas. Pings of disapproval. Bursts of smugness.
