A grin was Lalataru's first response. Zhi got to her feet, clutching the notebook a little tighter as she looked down upon the shorter man. "Fair winds, Master Lolotaru," she replied. She was fidgety, looking at him and then away, sideways or down at her feet. Her posture was a careful work of art; her indrawn shoulders and lowered head brandished 'don't look at me!' even before one could look at her ears or tail. She was not one well used to honest conversations.
Abruptly, she bent and proffered the notebook to Lalataru. "I done as ye asked, sir. But. . . I couldn't find th'man again. I-I'll keep a lookout, fer true!"
The matter of the notebook had been the uppermost sour note in the past two days for Zhi. In between her fruitless attempts to gather more information that would benefit her own tenuous position, she'd found herself stone-sober as she labored over the damn thing, drawing runes and trying to make sense of why it was even necessary. She didn't know what 'latent skill' meant, but she hoped for her own sake she harbored something, because she couldn't allow the farce to end. She always could beg for general education, she supposed, or to become an assistant. Anything to further the cause.
Abruptly, she bent and proffered the notebook to Lalataru. "I done as ye asked, sir. But. . . I couldn't find th'man again. I-I'll keep a lookout, fer true!"
The matter of the notebook had been the uppermost sour note in the past two days for Zhi. In between her fruitless attempts to gather more information that would benefit her own tenuous position, she'd found herself stone-sober as she labored over the damn thing, drawing runes and trying to make sense of why it was even necessary. She didn't know what 'latent skill' meant, but she hoped for her own sake she harbored something, because she couldn't allow the farce to end. She always could beg for general education, she supposed, or to become an assistant. Anything to further the cause.
