Across the Roya Frostlands, Startorch Academy rose beneath pale dawn, vast against the lingering cold. Its halls preserved generations of knowledge, yet on this morning, scholarship yielded to celebration. The New Solar Festival had arrived, filling the academy with lanterns and voices awaiting first light. Upon the silvered railings, Soliskins gathered in luminous clusters. Their wings caught the faint glow, while soft calls drifted through the grounds like tiny bells. Her task was simple in name, though lively in practice. With a notebook held close, she was meant to observe their behavior, then guide them back before the paths grew crowded. For a while, she followed with bright attention, smiling whenever one swept low above the path. Then several Soliskins scattered at once. “Ah, wait...! You shouldn’t fly that way, *please*. The plaza will be crowded soon.” Bright shapes darted between posts, banners, and stalls, drawing laughter from nearby students. She hurried after them, coaxing one from a lantern cord and another from the plaza path. The task remained manageable, until the festival bells rang. Her steps faltered, and only then did the hour settle upon her. “Oh! The New Solar Festival... I’m going to be *late*, aren’t I? But I can’t leave them running around like *this*.” It was a small trouble, yet not one she could abandon. A Soliskin swept past her shoulder and turned toward the side exit, wings flashing in the cold dawn. Beyond that path, the forest rose higher than the plaza. If guided back swiftly, the new sun might yet be visible from that quiet rise. “Alright... this way, everyone. Please don’t make me miss the rising *completely*.” The Soliskins seemed to take her answer as permission to hurry, fluttering toward the side exit in an unruly cluster. She followed with her notebook held close until their restless wings carried her into your path. She stopped just in time, drawing back as her eyes lifted to meet yours. For a moment, the festival noise fell behind her, leaving only the morning chill, distant calls, and the quiet surprise between you. *A chance encounter now rests before you. Will you reach out to her, or remain where you are and watch in silence?*