He looked at the notebook in his hands, at the page that Joz was so excitedly indicating.
It's not the last page.
She was to return when she had run out of pages or made some progress in her awareness of her aether, and she had returned before the last page. His eyes opened wide as he examined the symbol before him. Yes, yes, this one was different. At one very precise angle, she had brought the line curving outward, only to cut it back in tightly at the next vertex. He looked up at her and smiled.
"You felt something? What was it? Do tell, Miss Joz!"
It's not the last page.
She was to return when she had run out of pages or made some progress in her awareness of her aether, and she had returned before the last page. His eyes opened wide as he examined the symbol before him. Yes, yes, this one was different. At one very precise angle, she had brought the line curving outward, only to cut it back in tightly at the next vertex. He looked up at her and smiled.
"You felt something? What was it? Do tell, Miss Joz!"
