Joz's success had thrilled Lolotaru and he vicariously felt her enervation. After she had gone, he took a brief nap on a rock in the shade until a light misting kissed him awake and he returned to the city and his room. All his earlier talk of reading and manifesting of magics inspired him to pull out the book from his pocket and read (or stared at, rather) it until late into the night, each page turning heavily with uncertainty and fascination and a deliberate, almost amorous care.
The following day he was still engrossed in his reading when he was interrupted with word that Joz was there. He almost absentmindedly sent for her to come up to his room, having taken so to their academic relationship, but he thought better of it and with a long, final glance at the frustratingly, addictively indecipherable symbols before him hopped down from his seat and descended to meet Joz.
Gods, she does look uncomfortable, though, he thought to himself as he stepped out from the staircase.
"Feeling better, Miss Joz?" he asked.
The following day he was still engrossed in his reading when he was interrupted with word that Joz was there. He almost absentmindedly sent for her to come up to his room, having taken so to their academic relationship, but he thought better of it and with a long, final glance at the frustratingly, addictively indecipherable symbols before him hopped down from his seat and descended to meet Joz.
Gods, she does look uncomfortable, though, he thought to himself as he stepped out from the staircase.
"Feeling better, Miss Joz?" he asked.
