Healing and Networking*

With the gala looming just three days away, Melisa found herself consumed by a desperate need to learn more about Life Magic.

The revelations of her unique abilities, her strange affinity for the forbidden art of Blood Magic, had only fueled her curiosity, driving her to seek out every scrap of knowledge she could find.

And so, with a determined set to her jaw and a fire burning in her crimson eyes, Melisa made her way to one of the academy's local clinics, hoping to glean some insight from the healers who practiced there.

As she stepped through the doors, the sterile scent of herbs and antiseptic washing over her, Melisa couldn't help but feel a flicker of unease.

The healers, clad in their crisp white robes and armed with their years of training, eyed her with a mix of wariness and curiosity the instant she walked in. 

[Come on, Melisa. You've faced worse than a few skeptical healers.]