How long could they go on like this?
Zhi looked up from the study of her fingernails, hands laid over the now-dingy cover of the notebook Lalataru had given her what seemed like ages ago, and bobbed her head. "Yessir," she said, looking away. What was she doing? How long would it be before he trusted her enough to put her into contact with that book? Weeks? Months?
She needed to be patient. She knew that. But she was uneasy all the same, in a way she couldn't make heads nor tails of. A premonition of failure.
It wasn't like her. She had to focus on the moment. Nald'thal and his blimming scales be damned.
"Was it like this fer yerself, when ye first started, Master Lolotaru?"
Zhi looked up from the study of her fingernails, hands laid over the now-dingy cover of the notebook Lalataru had given her what seemed like ages ago, and bobbed her head. "Yessir," she said, looking away. What was she doing? How long would it be before he trusted her enough to put her into contact with that book? Weeks? Months?
She needed to be patient. She knew that. But she was uneasy all the same, in a way she couldn't make heads nor tails of. A premonition of failure.
It wasn't like her. She had to focus on the moment. Nald'thal and his blimming scales be damned.
"Was it like this fer yerself, when ye first started, Master Lolotaru?"
