Azier's head hurt. It pounded and buzzed like a thousand flies tried to get out of it.
It was the thoughts of others again...
Ever since he had taken Zephyra, he had also began to experience her abilities. It was the same for Amyra's talent as well. If he looked too long into the eyes of another, he began to see their past and possible futures. It drove him crazy.
In fact, he tried very hard in the moment to focus on the task Azrianna attempted to teach him - but all that filled his mind was how worried she was about the path ahead.
How was one supposed to do think when the voices of others bounced all around his own inner dialogue?
"Azier?" His beautiful rose asked softly again, and reached up to run her soft hand across his handsome face.
She gave him a twisted look of worry and frowned before she thumbed his lip with affection.
