you got a pretty vision
The smile that crosses my face is sudden, almost too wide. ”Of course the Silver Lady wants them here.” Items so precious could belong nowhere else but safeguarded in the halls of their rightful caretakers, after all. I cock my head at the mention of the books being difficult though, a single brow rising in confusion.
”Difficult how? Awkwardly shaped? Hostile?” Every little bit of detail helps, and feeds into my interest, my imagination running amok with ideas for transport, storage, with ideas of what precious knowledge these books could contain.
”Difficult how? Awkwardly shaped? Hostile?” Every little bit of detail helps, and feeds into my interest, my imagination running amok with ideas for transport, storage, with ideas of what precious knowledge these books could contain.
in your head
TARASHA
