The Priestess

"It has been a while. How are you doing, Gilda?" Mrs. Gilda lowered her teacup and gave Mila a smile as her response. When was the last time they saw each other? Things in the empire were slowly changing, and they slowly drifted away from each other.

Mila tucked her light brown hair behind her ear, and as she smiled, her wrinkles were visible. Before they knew it, they both grew into old ladies. 

"I'm doing great. How about you?" asked Mrs. Gilda. Seeing the eyebags under Mila's eyes, she said, "I shouldn't have asked how inconsiderate of me. I assume things aren't going well for you?" Mila sighed heavily as she places her hand on her cheek.