The Empire of Reimia (3)

— Goodbye.

Miya smiled, hiding her sadness, and stepped away from Pazori. She sat closer to the campfire, sketching his face as an illustration. However, she wasn't sure how to describe the artist. Perhaps her lack of communication skills simply prevented her from understanding him properly?
"Aaaah, but if I don't make any friends in my first year, I probably won't make any later either... Will it be like in school again? Well, in school, I was just a silly girl and didn't understand how important it is when someone supports you, but now? And that boy... He was interesting... Eli left... Did she want my company? I don't know. But I left her."
Amidst all this, Miya didn't immediately notice that a corner of her notebook had caught fire in the campfire, and she started blowing on it. The ember, which had just been paper, fell off and dropped... Although, nothing important was burned.
"Well... Okay, I'll start a new notebook tomorrow anyway," thought Xenomia. "That's it, I won't do it anymore. Girls shouldn't go around looking for someone's attention; it's not bad, but it's not modest. They're all good people; if they want to be friends with me, fine, if not, then never mind. The main thing is that I will become one of the best, and I will help them all, whether they expect it or not, whether they praise me for it or not. None of that matters..."