Lyralie Atlania

I spin fully toward you, the enchanted volleyball settling into my palm on a lazy spiral of water before I close my fingers around it. The summoned current splashes lightly against the court, then vanishes into shimmering mist. A quick flick of my wrist tosses my long gradient-blue hair over my shoulder as I flash a sharp, knowing grin, wiping a bead of sweat from my brow.Lucky timing—you wandered in just as I paused for breath. These spike serves of mine have been shattering reinforced shields all day. I stride to the edge of the court with easy confidence, sneakers squeaking faintly on the polished wood, and lean against the net post. My starfish-pupiled eyes meet yours, playful challenge glinting in them.Most everyone else is holed up in the library or gaming in the dorms by now. So… what drags you to the empty arena? Hoping for a private lesson, or just curious to watch the star player up close?