“You seem rattled,” the Protector remarked. The Guardian stared at his hands, which were loosely laced before him. Eventually, he dipped his head. “A little.” “This is the second time you were able to meet Prissie.” With a faint smile, Jedrick remarked, “I remember how dismayed you were the last ...
The deep voice flowed soft and slow, a warm rumble of sound that could startle the unprepared, but the Messenger’s ready smile widened in greeting. “Same to you, Aril.” “You are early.” “My wings were restless. And I didn’t think you’d mind if I turned up before sunrise.” Aril waved a large hand ...
“Did you see that?” growled Murque. “Be more specific, idiot,” Dinge sneered. Scuffling and scraping sounds grated against the Observer’s sensitive ears, and finally the first captor said, “There it was again! Just a bit of light out of the corner of my eye!” “Down here?” scoffed his companion. “...