Zhi followed Lalataru, meek as you please. Her re-entrance into the Gate brought with it sweaty palms and an instant jump in pulse; she'd expected the need to go back in, but couldn't claim immunity to the strange moments that had passed between herself and the lalafel when they'd been alone. Oh, sure, she'd people who'd wanted to kill her before, but the set she floated between were typically more straightforward with their threats and intentions. Lalataru was strangely opaque to her, as if there was something else lurking behind the scholarly facade -- something that would eat her for a snack and not think twice of it. It was as frightening as it was thrilling, and she ought to have conspired to avoid being alone with him until she'd had more interactions with him. And there it was again, the ought to that spoke of common sense.
As she neared the bottom of the stairs, the silence and memories got to her tongue before she could pinch it down between her teeth. "What was I sposed t'have felt, Master Lolotaru? An' whaddya mean, I asked too little?"
Curiosity, and all that.
As she neared the bottom of the stairs, the silence and memories got to her tongue before she could pinch it down between her teeth. "What was I sposed t'have felt, Master Lolotaru? An' whaddya mean, I asked too little?"
Curiosity, and all that.
