“Holly!” Cara screams as she comes barging into my room early in the morning.
“What is it?” I ask calmly as I stare at an expensive painting on the wall. It’s abstract with blue as its theme. It’s acrylic, but it seems like the artist poured the paint on it, which causes the fluid consistency. But somehow it looks interesting and visually emotive.
I’m sure it’s something that Lemuel added. After the discussion with him and I became his other mage, we decided that I will use the room next to his. Now, his room is sandwiched by both my and Cara’s room.
“Aicelle’s back!”
I turn to her and see tears in her eyes. I feel like mirroring her as well. “Are you sure?” I ask. Cara nods and approaches. “How is she? They said anything?” I ask.
Cara puts her arms around me and hugs me. “Oh! Thank
