you got a pretty vision
I am not terribly surprised by the woman who shifts out of the big cat, though she is still a stranger to me. The forms seem to fit together hand in hand, angles interlocking into a full picture. It is when she speaks that I am surprised, an eyebrow rising as I lean in, focusing on the words she says, trying to piece the request together before it's said. I don't succeed, but my interest is piqued. "I am a Loreseeker, yes. You are..." Before I can decide between foolhardy and brave, I remember what Jigano had said about an Amalia.
"You're the one with the books, aren't you?" I can't help the excited words, my wings all a-flutter as I lean in, only just keeping myself from reaching out to grab her hands. "Safrin's books?" The clarification is unnecessary really, but I need to hear it be said. Before I can promise any of my aid to bring them home where they belong.
"You're the one with the books, aren't you?" I can't help the excited words, my wings all a-flutter as I lean in, only just keeping myself from reaching out to grab her hands. "Safrin's books?" The clarification is unnecessary really, but I need to hear it be said. Before I can promise any of my aid to bring them home where they belong.
in your head
TARASHA
