The weather was seasonably warm and the windows had been thrown open to let the breeze into the lofty hall, where the students sat attentively at their tables. Eliriael stood at the front, her summer-green robes billowing at her feet and yellow wildflowers tucked neatly into her hair. She had a couple sheafs of parchment that fluttered with the breeze in her delicate hands, as she spoke to the students.
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Halls of Healing
