Anaxia remained uninformed as usual until Prima would eventually inform her about what is going on. She was currently sitting by the garden, ignored by everyone and even everything that pasted by her. She was already used to this treatment by now. She was called impure because she had not transformed ever since she came back here. Her hair was still red and curly like it had been those many years ago.
Anaxia embraced the little freedom she received today before it was taken away from her again. Although she was monitored every day of every second, she was at least glad that he Prima was not making it obvious that she was being watched anymore.
Prima walked silently to where Anaxia was seated, and he too gently sat down beside her.
‘Care for some company?’ Prima asked with warmth that
