Malzkael's body hurt... she'd gotten so used to this that she was able to treat it as merely a fact to the silence of her uncounted days in captivity.
Today, she woke up to find Anko waiting across from her. Sitting cross-legged with another box of... things.
Not junk, because Malz found some of the items fascinating. Artifacts of something... potentially outside magic. Like the ones in the museum at the corner of Araglun's manufacturing district.
Had she not seen those examples, she would not have known the one historical fact that had bought her a few extra fashions.
In ancient days before the practice of magic, angels tamed lightning and called it electricity.
