"So, you are saying, the world you lived in doesn't exist magic?"
Lucien nodded her head for the tenth time. She had finally revealed herself. She doubted at first but after walking for a while, she could trust her. She could hear those spirits from the flowers, trees, and bushes about Wilma.
"Wow!" Wilma exclaimed, rubbing her neck. They were walking by the riverbeds. The sky was clear with some floating clouds which were quickly blown away by the wind; Trees on both sides while flowers blooming at the edge. Even the sound of birds chirping could be heard.
"How do you people even live? Life must be hard."
Lucien at this point didn't know if she should retort back that people were living much better without magic but on the other side, her mind thought that magic could have been a solution to some problem.
"As far as I am aware. I am happy that magic doesn't exist in my world."
Wilma turns her attention to her, curious about her thoughts.
