What does it mean to be a Red Blood? To Snoh Encre being a red-blooded human was the epitome of mediocrity. Especially when her entire family has magical powers of their own as Elementals.
Living in the Wysterian Nation as a disappointment to her f...
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SNOH
"And this will be your suite, Miss Encre." The train attendant stretched out his white-gloved hands and gestured towards my living quarters as I stepped into my personal train accommodation. I honestly couldn't help it, I gasped at how remarkable the room was—no rooms, there were multiple areas within this space and it was all mine.
I couldn't believe it!
"Here you have a private sitting area for tea and small snacks at your leisure, adjacent to that are the washroom, and just shy of these sliding doors is the bedroom suite. It's a quite stunning miss, with extensive windows you can take in the entire view of the passing scenery." The attendant, pulled back the sliding doors to reveal the bedroom area and my eyes continued to widen even more so than they already were.
When I thought of the Empress booking me the best suite on the hydro train, I thought it would just be a bigger bedroom, maybe some complimentary snacks here and there, but I was greatly mistaken. This suite was like something diplomats or extremely wealthy individuals resided in on their long-haul trips to other territories within Wysteria and I got this simply to get sent off to the academy?
If this was the nicest suite here, I wondered what the others looked like?
"Is it to your liking, miss?" The attendant asked me curiously, it seemed as if he were studying my expression to pin-point any dissatisfaction so he could take care of it. I turned to him slowly, a brief smirk painting my expression. "If I said I disliked anything, what would have been done?" I teased him.
The attendant hastily straightened his back, his curious expression changing to that of deep concern, "Instantaneously mitigate the issue, miss. Your satisfaction and comfort are our utmost priority here!" He boasted confidently. I was almost a bit alarmed at how strongly he felt about ensuring I was happy the entire time I was on this train; it was something that I was necessarily used to, but I didn't exactly hate the idea either.
"I'm just kidding." I chuckled, clearing the situation instantly. I watched the attendant's shoulder deflate in relief, "What a sense of humor you have, miss." He stated with a soft smile.
"Snoh." I quickly stated.
The attendant cocked his head to the side, "I beg your pardon, miss?" He inquired.
"You can call me, Snoh... no need for the formalities," I repeated myself to the man's surprise. He cleared his throat and looked at me with uncertainty, "Are you sure about that miss—Snoh." He corrected himself.
I nodded adamantly, "Of course!" I looked over the train attendant and studied his formal attire, from the primped and ironed buttoned navy-jacket with golden buttons and matching trousers, and bowtie there was definitely a certain standard set here that I wasn't aware of, or at least on this side, there was a heavy presence of that.
