TARASHA
you said it seems like forever
since we've seen each other
since we've seen each other
One down, one to go, at least of the books that had been pointed out as difficult. Though I am far more wary of the shark book than I was the one with the question mark, and it had put up enough of a struggle, seemingly just out of principle. I am careful to not let my worry affect my voice, the song still flowing from me smoothly. Reaching up carefully, I dislodge the pale griffon from my shoulder, setting her on the ground and trying to shoo her a safer distance away, so if something does go wrong, I only need to worry about moving away myself.
Without any knowledge of the silence conversation the others can hear, I reach out again, brushing the barest tip of my fingers against the shark book, ready to spring back at a moment's notice if it takes offense to the touch, if it decides to put up more of a a fight than the other one had.
Tarasha moves Isuma a safer distance away, then reaches for the Shark book.
Without any knowledge of the silence conversation the others can hear, I reach out again, brushing the barest tip of my fingers against the shark book, ready to spring back at a moment's notice if it takes offense to the touch, if it decides to put up more of a a fight than the other one had.
Tarasha moves Isuma a safer distance away, then reaches for the Shark book.
where does the time go?
