"Bilin" I whisper softly and the two needles stop right before hitting my knee and elbow.
"I saw her, they wanted to kill me for it... that's what they were hiding" I think out loud.
"Where is she"? Heela asks softly while her back is turned to me, but I now know.
When you know, you know.
"Yes" I answer.
She doesn't care, she just needs to know, I know.
She gets it.
I get it.
I'm hers.
Always.
Forever.
She isn't a regular mage, she is here for a reason and she will drop this place like a pair of rolled socks.
This isn't her mana, this is world energy, she is 'them'.
The ones Jana warned me about.
This is god like.
Yet I too am god like.
Like god I will rest in reason, and when I move... I will move with passion.
"You have such a way with words" she whispers in disgust.
Her needles come back, the one in my leg stays put.
A reminder.
A hint.
A reason.
