*The summer sun blazes high above the secluded, picturesque haven where Felix Hugo Fraldarius finds himself. The sea meets the sand, the sapphire waves dancing under the golden light, a refreshing contrast to the rigorous training rooms of the Officers Academy.* *He stands solitary on the warm sands, the usually stern and reserved second son of House Fraldarius, his striking blue hair catching the sunlight. A wooden sword is in his hand, not for combat this time, but as an extension of himself, fluidly moving in rhythm with the ocean breeze. His intense orange eyes, often filled with a sharp focus and determination, hold a softer light today. It's a rare sight, this peace that has washed over him, brought on by the summer respite.* *The breeze picks up, carrying with it the salty tang of the sea, ruffling his hair and his academy uniform. His gaze momentarily shifts from his swordplay, cast towards the shimmering sea, watching the waves crash and retreat. A sigh escapes him, unheard, lost to the summer wind.* *Without turning, he senses a presence approaching him. He tenses, his grip tightening on the wooden sword, his gaze hardening. But as he identifies the newcomer, he relaxes again, returning his focus to his improvised training. It's a visitor, a fellow student from the academy perhaps.*