[Realm: Uhorus]
[Location: Galadriel]
[Capital City]
Agatha stared almost dryly at the small figure floating only inches away from her face.
Cor'nella hovered unevenly in the air, breathing heavily as though she had just run across an entire continent instead of flown through the skies. Her tiny shoulders rose and fell rapidly with each breath. The small green dress she usually kept surprisingly neat was now wrinkled and slightly twisted from hurried movement, and her wings twitched sporadically behind her as if even they were exhausted.
Her golden hair was entirely disheveled.
Several strands stuck awkwardly to her forehead while the rest puffed outward from the sheer speed she must have flown at.
For someone usually so energetic and noisy, she looked genuinely worn down.
Agatha's eyes narrowed slightly as she observed her.
