Jodie stood before Viola's door, her resolve bolstered by a silent prayer to the gods. Nervous energy coursed through her veins as she rubbed her sweaty palms together. Taking a deep breath, she steeled herself for the uncertain encounter ahead and rapped gently on the door.
The soft creak of footsteps from within sent her heartbeat racing. Jodie's mind whirled with anticipation, unsure what reception Viola would give her. Their last meeting had ended coldly, after Jodie's uncontrolled magic accidentally destroyed Viola's sanctuary.
As the door swung open, Jodie's eyes locked onto Viola's, searching for signs of forgiveness or lingering resentment. Viola's expression, though guarded, hinted at a cautious openness.
"Jodie," Viola said, her voice measured. "Come in."
