Elmida

The expensive red woolen carpet with embroidered suns had muffled the approaching footsteps of a short girl with fiery red hair and a pretty freckled face filled with disbelief. "Eileeve!" she gasped, grabbing the other's shoulders. Knowing the girl all too much, Eileeve let her perform a head-to-toe inspection with a somewhat nervous smile. "How are you alive?!" Themisia Shiolan, one of the few upper-society girls that didn't make a fuss about where people, as long as they were purely Thelmiran, came from, stared at her with wide green eyes. "I just... healed. Just like that." Eileeve knew very well that such a reply would never satisfy h