Moheazttha skillfully combed Thesra's long, dark tresses. She started from the middle, carefully parting the strands, her fingers moving with practiced ease, all while humming a soft melody.
Their eyes briefly met in the grand vanity mirror before Thesra turned, excitement sparking in her gaze.
"You know what?" Thesra asked, her voice brimming with anticipation.
"Ohh, do tell, my princess," Moheazttha responded, her tone calm as she resumed combing. Thesra faced forward again, allowing Moheazttha to continue her task.
"I'm a bit happy to finally visit Delu. It’s overwhelming," Thesra admitted, her excitement tempered with awe.
Moheazttha nodded in quiet agreement. "It is such an honor, my princess, to set foot in a land where every soul is a mage. I'm certain they’ll be overjoyed to see you too."
Thesra’s lips curved into a smile, her head dipping slightly as she acknowledged the words.