The weekend passes by like a blur, with no further interaction between Eros and myself. It feels like he's avoiding me and I'm kind of glad he is. I'm not ready to as much as look at him yet.
It's Monday morning and we're just sitting down for breakfast, when a whole hive of pixies flies through the entrance. What are pixies doing here? »It's Mail Day,« Elena explains, when she sees how flustered I am. How interesting.
»But how come you get the Atlas's Herald every day if mail comes only once a week?« I ask her after remembering, that she brings a scroll with her every morning.
»Oh, they send it through portals,« she says, then grins as she receives another scroll. A lot smaller than the newspaper. »This is probably mother and father,« she thinks out loud as she unrolls it.
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