"Greetings, Aunt Merisa," Nancy said politely as she stepped forward, the crystalline wings of ice on her back dispersing into tiny, glittering motes behind her. Her tone was respectful, soft, her posture perfectly straight.
"I'm good. How about you? How's your health? I heard about that incident," Merisa said, her voice warm and gentle as her eyes softened. "I'm sorry that happened to you."
Her gaze lingered on Nancy, assessing quietly a motherly instinct almost unconsciously taking over. From what she saw, Nancy seemed completely fine. Her body was strong, her draconic aura pulsing steadily, the once-fractured balance now harmonized. Even her mental fluctuations were smoother ..calmer almost solid, as though she had finally found her own path.
Because of her Virelan bloodline, Merisa's sensitivity to energy was extraordinary she could read a person's emotional and spiritual state with ease. And what she saw in Nancy now filled her with quiet admiration.
