It was early morning, so early that most weren’t awake. Gray had crept out to take part in some pre-dawn training, exercising the heights of his newfound powers. Returning to the hall, covered in a fine sheen of sweat, Gray stretched and headed over to the counter, looking to score something to drink while Mira wasn’t around to police him- but it seemed someone was there who would probably rein him in. He beckoned her over with a wave, well aware that she would approach regardless.
“Mornin’, Juvia.”











