I gave Reuben a signal as the countdown came to an end. Our target was visible—a girl with short, purple hair carrying a tablet. She appeared to be unaware of us or not caring at all as she walked past us while wearing a blank expression.
“Eliora?”
I questioned her as I walked up to her, with Reuben just behind me. She came to a stop and gave me a cold, lifeless stare.
“Yes?”
“Do you know someone named Yazmin in training?”
I asked.
“Yes.”
She replied in a monotone voice, devoid of any emotion.
“Could you take me to her?”
“Yes.”
We followed Eliora down the path that led to a triangular structure, with me and Reuben close behind.
So this is Eliora, albeit a younger version of her. She appeared to be a teenager, possibly between the ages of 15 and 17, but given my past failure to guess Yazmin's age, I had reservations about my assumptions. I took this as a chance to observe her behaviour, attitude, and thought process. There was so much to learn from her.