Mouse said, as Mhysra and her friends walked through the eastern citadel. “Two captains and four junior lieutenants, right? They’ll just divide us into two for now. That’s not so bad. Unless you’re last. I mean someone has to be. What if you’re not picked at all? Can they do that? Has that ever happened before?” Corin jabbed him in the back. “I’ve no idea and I’d rather not know, thanks.” “I shouldn’t have eaten breakfast,” Mhysra moaned, feeling miserable. Derrain rubbed her arm. “But you might have fainted.” “Which would have given us a laugh,” Mouse quipped, ducking Derrain’s swipe as they reached the hall. Maegla’s Hall was considered the heart and wonder of Aquila by many, Riders and architectural historians alike. With its enormous, brass-inlaid doors flung wide to beckon the students inside, it was both an inviting and intimidating sight. As large as a cathedral nave, the floor all dark wood, polished to a high shine to reflect the glory of the ceiling above.
