She slid from her blankets and having gone to bed fully dressed, headed for the door. She turned the handle and slid silently out of the room. The corridor was dark, but for a single lantern beside the ladder. Aside from the steady crashing of waves against the hull, all was still. Sliding her hand along the wall, El-i-miir made her way toward the spiral staircase, heart already pounding. On reaching Ilgrin’s cell, she didn’t know quite what to do. El-i-miir considered going back to bed for a moment, but instead of doing so she sat cross-legged beside the door. Not a single sound came from within. ‘You came back,’ Ilgrin whispered after a long silence. ‘I did,’ El-i-miir replied, her mouth a handswidth from the door. ‘Is anything the matter?’ the silt enquired. ‘Are you upset?’ ‘Of course I’m upset.’ ‘Do you have any family?’ Ilgrin asked awkwardly a moment later. ‘Yes.’ ‘Well, there’s something to be happy about,’ he whispered encouragingly. ‘Tell me about them.’ ‘We’re like most families, I suppose.’ El-i-miir shrugged.
What do You think about The Inner Circle: The Knowing?
