Every night I would arrive at her mansion she would provide me with a little more food than the day before.
Every day I would drag carts of mana grass for Utaum, who was nowhere to be seen.
It may seem as if I have no one around me, but the stationery runes that surround the compound will shrink and expand as I get close to them.
Heela knows my every more, it isn't just me either.
I haven't seen Jarkar or any of the others but I know that are kept 'busy', the only interactions I have are the ones she lets me have.
It has been two weeks.
I can feel it, tonight is different.
Her curiosity grows nightly, even though she refuses to show it.
I can understand.
People are an open book to her, and I am a lost page, one that sits outside, fluttering in the wind whenever she nears.
Every night I have listened to her passionate sounds of sleep, and every night I leave just as cold as I came.
She has a need.
