The glow from her eyes begins to fade as she turns the last page of the smaller book and looks up at Loren. “A children’s story,” Wessex replies, equally civil but definitely lacking any warmth or invitation to remain in her presence. She tucks it into an interior pocket, leaving the larger book - a catalog of magic - on her lap. Once the prize is secure, she looks up at the Launceleyn again.
“Do you want something?” she asks, neither kind nor harsh, just getting to the point. She’s not going to do the small talk thing. Not with him.
“Do you want something?” she asks, neither kind nor harsh, just getting to the point. She’s not going to do the small talk thing. Not with him.
The Wraith
the bright
the thing in the night
the bright
the thing in the night
Wessex
