Tanya Nrägèjmul washed his face and put on his school uniform.
The Poet looked at his blazer with the two badges [Earth] and [Ice] endearingly, before putting them on.
He would struggle to find his stuff among the pile of books, poems, and miscellaneous school-related documents. He swung his hands around in the darkness of his room and finally found a pair of eyeglasses on the table.
He combed his dark hair and fixed his school-issued necktie, grabbing a bottle of water and downing it to get ready for the morning.
With a pair of pricey yet durable and trustworthy boots on, he opened the door to his dorm room and walked out.
The academy at 5AM was lovely as ever; the dark blue atmosphere filled the entire air with a dreamy scent of freshness, it was cold and ghostlike in a good way, as if one had stepped into another realm.
He ascended the stairs from his fourth floor and made it to the sixth: the Park.
