"I need to ask this because I do not believe that you are entirely guilty of everything that is happening around here," Sappire said with a convinced tone of voice. "But I still need to know what you were doing in the forest at that time and how you got there as well."
Myra looked at the King intently, well, as intently as white irises can look at someone, and wrote, "I just happened to be there at that moment."
"You don't know how you got there?" He asked and she shook her head.
"I don't know where I was. I teleported there. I don't know where I was but I teleported to that place. Those creatures then came to me and I was capture." She wrote, eyes straight ahead.
"Where were you on your way to?" Sappire asked, trying to piece together what he could from what he knows about everything that is going on, though it is still a very small part of a bigger thing. that he knows but he is still trying to find what he can.
