After a few seconds of pause, she stood up.
"It's almost noon. Let them have lunch together. This afternoon, there will be special training. It won't just be watching past performances of songstresses."
"Understood." Prin stood up, stretched lazily, and walked toward the group of four, while Idrylia quietly left the resting hall.
...
In the afternoon, the six new-generation songstresses gathered once again. This was a clearing in the forest on school grounds, roughly the size of a football field, surrounded by tall beech trees with lush, tender green leaves.
Dressed differently from her usual ultramarine ceremonial attire, Idrylia was wearing something resembling an ancient priest's garb today—a long robe with a white base and gold edges, with only a deep blue pendant at her chest adding a personal touch.
"Good afternoon, children."
