The gentle warmth of the sun played upon Emma’s silver hair as she stood at the oak door, her gaze tracing the intricate carvings etched into its polished surface. The delicate patterns of leaves and vines seemed almost alive, catching the light in a way that made the entire door shimmer. Emma had been here before, but the sight of Anna’s home never failed to amaze her.
She raised her hand to knock again, the sound soft yet calm, reverberating faintly in the still air. Moments later, she heard it... the light, unhurried footsteps approaching from within. The door creaked open, and Emma was greeted by one of the household maids.
The maid, an elf like Anna, exuded an air of elegance. Her pale blue hair framed delicate features, and her serene expression was a perfect complement to her pristine uniform. She offered Emma a polite smile, her voice soft yet firm.
“Good morning. May I help you?”
Emma returned the smile, her tone warm and friendly. “I’m Anna’s friend. She’s expecting me today.”
The maid nodded, stepping aside with a practiced grace. “Welcome. Please, come in.”
Stepping inside, Emma was once again struck by the enchanting beauty of Anna’s home. The interior was a symphony of light and nature, a harmonious blend of magic and craftsmanship. Stained-glass windows adorned the walls, their vivid hues painting intricate patterns across the polished wooden floors. Trails of ivy crept along the walls, their leaves glowing faintly, as though imbued with a gentle magic.
Above her, chandeliers crafted from crystalline branches hung like delicate sculptures, their soft, golden light casting an ethereal glow over the room. Hand-carved furniture, each piece a masterpiece, filled the space, while enchanted tapestries depicting serene forests and tranquil lakes adorned the walls. Every detail seemed to breathe life into the room, a testament to the artistry and magic that made this house a wonder to behold.
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Emma paused, her breath catching as her gaze swept across the room. “It’s even more beautiful than I had imagined,” she whispered, almost to herself.
“Emma,” a familiar voice called, warm and welcoming.
Turning, Emma’s unique white eyes lit up as she spotted Anna seated at the far end of the living room. Anna’s wheelchair was a work of art in itself, its frame entwined with intricate designs of woven vines and blooming flowers. The craftsmanship made it appear as though the chair had been grown rather than built.
Anna smiled, her gaze meeting Emma’s. “You’re always amazed by this place, aren’t you?” she teased gently.
Emma’s lips curved into a grin as she walked over, her steps light and eager. “Can you blame me? This house is like stepping into a dream,” she said, her voice carrying a genuine admiration.
Anna chuckled softly, her eyes sparkling with amusement. “Well, it’s good to see you.”
“And you.” Emma moved behind the wheelchair, resting her hands on its back. “Alright, first things first... we’re going to your room. I have something important to talk to you about.”
Anna raised an eyebrow, her curiosity piqued. “Oh? And what exactly is so important?”
“You’ll see,” Emma replied with a mischievous glint in her eyes. Without waiting for a response, she began pushing the wheelchair, her movements brisk and playful.
“Hey, slow down!” Anna exclaimed, her laughter ringing through the air. “You’re going to crash us into something!”
“Relax, I’ve got this,” Emma said confidently, her grin widening as she expertly maneuvered through the room.
The two made their way through the house, their laughter echoing softly against the enchanted walls. The vibrant energy of their friendship filled the space, transforming the grand, magical home into something even more alive. For a brief moment, the outside world faded, leaving only the warmth of their companionship and the unspoken promise of the goals Emma was so eager to pursue.