Post by Celia on Jun 3, 2006 17:04:25 GMT
You enter a room washed with purple, deep shades contrasting together. You sense a tingle of healing power coming from the room, it must belong to a healer, a girl of only sixteen named Althea Trians. There is a small bed in the corner, draped with lilac curtains and a wooden oak desk to your right. A candle is sitting upon it, dimly lighting the room. Many pens litter it and the desk is covered in paperwork. If you dare take a peek, you would notice Althea had taken up a job in the Public Services to be a Healer. Knowing shy, quiet Althea you would be surprised. Squinting to adjust to the darkness of the room you see a wooden dresser. A few splinters have become embedded in your feet due to the wooden floor. A door is located at the far end of the room; a bathroom lies behind it. A white haired girl walks out and spots you. No flicker of emotion washes over her face, she just stares.
"Hallo", she says like a robot.
"Hallo", she says like a robot.