Veredorr's Revival
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Veredorr's body was reformed completely, and so was his soul. He slowly descended from the sky, falling into the floor not so majestically as he was created, feeling tired and exhausted. His appearance was almost the same as when he was alive, that of a handsome young man with sharp crimson eyes, short white hair, and pale white skin.
I weaved some clothes for him quickly, pants and a shirt at the very least, I didn't want him to go around naked after all! But anyways, well, it was a complete success! And Tear just couldn't wait for him to recover, running towards him and grabbing him tightly with her big arms, hugging him.
"Veredorr!" she continued crying. "It's you! It's really you, right?!"
"T-Tear…" Veredorr's voice echoed. "I… think so, yeah."
Their eyes met one another.
"Do you remember everything, or only pieces?" she asked.