Agneis and I made our way back to her home, and the moment we stepped through the snowy path leading to her mansion, I felt a shift in the air—like both of us were stepping into something we had been edging toward for days. She was practically bouncing ahead of me, her footsteps light and quick, leaving tiny prints in the fresh snow. I couldn't miss how her shoulders trembled a little each time she skipped, as if her excitement was so overwhelming that it was physically leaking out of her body.
It was almost adorable, watching her small frame practically radiate heat despite the cold weather biting at our skin. She wasn't just excited—she looked like she was seconds away from bursting from how wired she was. It wasn't subtle at all. If someone else saw her, they'd probably think she just got the best news of her life.
