For many, many minutes the brunette snuggled onto the muscular thighs of her husband-wife to-be without any further discussion. The blonde being used as a glorified head pillow stroked the brown hair in an effort to calm the upset girl. The fact that it seemed to be effective in some form with everything that had been revealed did strike the teenager as odd.
'Maybe she remembers everything like she claimed, but I just can't picture the woman she showed me with that illusion acting like a spoiled little child.'
Whether Qatrand would be disappointed or not to learn she was, in fact, 'not trying hard enough' to use her imagination would remain a mystery.
"So… now you know a part of things. Practically the keyshard to it, really."
The young heiress sighed at her own joke. She had been talking to too many other sigilists too often.
"You understand that you're the only one I've ever told, right?"
