A smartass remark would not help matters. Zhi reminded herself that at least twenty times before she dared to open her mouth. She stood up first. "Not by talkin'," slipped out somehow. It wasn't as bad as her more automatic responses, but she still cringed internally. She gentled her voice to sound more. . .what? Subservient? Joz would be a suckup. "S'pose I shouldn't waste yer time, Master Lolotaru. I'll practice, aye, but what comes next? How do I know I'm gettin' better?"
She needed to get his book.
The more time that passed, the more she thought that it would be a matter of sneaking into his room and taking it, but to do that she needed more information on his abilities . . .and whether or not he'd spelled the damned thing. He sure as shit wasn't getting any of her hints, and she couldn't think of any other way to get into his confidences quick enough.
Why had Galleon picked her?
None of the theoretical answers to that were any good.
She needed to get his book.
The more time that passed, the more she thought that it would be a matter of sneaking into his room and taking it, but to do that she needed more information on his abilities . . .and whether or not he'd spelled the damned thing. He sure as shit wasn't getting any of her hints, and she couldn't think of any other way to get into his confidences quick enough.
Why had Galleon picked her?
None of the theoretical answers to that were any good.
