Alia averted her gaze as she quickly tucked her feet under her and covered them with the sheets. She blinked profusely, her mouth opening and closing before she stuttered out. "I-I'm a shaman."
'A shaman?' "You're like a witch?" Amaira furrowed her brows as she looked between Alia's covered feet and nervous face.
Alia nodded, "I know it's hard to believe, but it's true."
"It's not that hard to believe," Amaira muttered under her breath, but Alia heard it.
"What do you mean?"
Amaira sighed as she folded her arms, still keeping her distance. "Let's just say you're not the first creep I've met."
Alia's eyes widened as her lips parted in a silent gasp. "You've met other shamans?"
"No." Amaira pursed her lips, "The creeps I've met break into your mind and kiss you in your dreams, or they try to eat you."
