– Hello! – Khvoyana waved to us.
Judging by the unusual bright blue color of her eyes and the blue tint of her hair, which only remained ash-blond near her face, the girl preferred water to other elements. And her name was unusual – Khvoyana. It would be more suitable for a sorceress from the Old Forest. However, the girl looked so that I would not doubt that she was a native of those places.
Khvoyana wore her long hair in two braids, and another one adorned her head like a wreath. She dressed in the traditional clothes of the peoples from the banks of the Struna. I must say, quite exotic to my eyes. Even more exotic than the northern woman was dressed.
While I was looking at my future classmates, Uncle Alan looked at some list.
– So. All we have to do is wait for Adalbjörg Hedvin, and…
– Adalbjorg is already here, and… She needs the help of a healer! – I realized.
– What's happened? – Lisel immediately looked into the gig.
I quickly introduced Ada to everyone and retold a brief version of the attack, keeping silent only about the artifact that Grymza gave me. Ada did not say a word about him.
– It’s incomprehensible! Where are the parents of these little kids looking? – Uncle Alan lamented. “Sit here, I’ll bring the healer.”
Lanky and awkward, he rushed towards the building with a characteristic bowl and a “healing hand” stretched over it, emitting light.
– Mirre, do you remember any of the attackers? Are you familiar with them? – asked Lisel.
– No, but their leader was called Mikael. And another one, small and fussy, was teased with Splinter.
I described the attackers as best I could, and Ada filled in the details I had missed, telling me what magic they used and what techniques they preferred in battle.
“I will make sure that those responsible are punished,” Lisel promised us with the most serious look.
For some reason I had no doubt that this would be the case.
– Thank you. – Ada smiled wryly, trying not to show too much that she was suffering.
– Girls, what happened to you? “A very young girl’s face suddenly looked out of the stagecoach window.
A frightened look of wide eyes, a slightly open mouth, an unexpectedly short haircut framing the face. Only the eyes shone with a deep blue, and the hair had already turned completely sea green.