02-01-2023, 01:29 AM
Rowan came back to grab a shawl. Vale shoved herself toward the edge of her seat. She was otherwise pretty comfortable and didn’t want to get up. However, the pretty man at the door was waiting. Rowan addressed him by a title that Vale thought to be very strange. Father Rasputin was a similar word, although the phrase among the Khylsty was spoken differently than the same version of the Above. Either way, he carried himself like a monk.
Rowan whispered in her ear, and an evil smile curled Valeriya’s lips. The monk did look rather hungry. Then perhaps they were similar to the monks of the Sacred. “Oh can I please?” Break him, she meant. She was quite satisfied with Rowan and Armie, but she had yet to really get to play with any of these shiny new toys that continued to parade around them. First Patricus and now this one.
She got up finally to get herself ready. There wasn’t much for her to do except grab a handful of those white tissues to carry along for the journey.
Rowan whispered in her ear, and an evil smile curled Valeriya’s lips. The monk did look rather hungry. Then perhaps they were similar to the monks of the Sacred. “Oh can I please?” Break him, she meant. She was quite satisfied with Rowan and Armie, but she had yet to really get to play with any of these shiny new toys that continued to parade around them. First Patricus and now this one.
She got up finally to get herself ready. There wasn’t much for her to do except grab a handful of those white tissues to carry along for the journey.
The Eye of the Khylsty