yet my blood renders me a King
Sah hummed, trying to put what he was feeling into words. "Partially something that can help us in the search for flowers. But also, hopefully, some personal answers." He reshelved a book that he'd been skimming, being careful to put it back in its proper place and not disturb whatever organization existed here.
Leaning over a rail to focus on Hadama he elaborated, "I've been feeling an odd sensation pulling me to the Grounds ever since last night. I've been there numerous times, but I have no idea what might be causing this. I thought that I'd read up on some of the more obscure facts about the region in case anything resonated before I followed the pull." Because there was no denying whatever this was.
It was a vaguely familiar sensation, similar to the instinctual nudges that had led him to various magical encounters. But this one was something that Sah had never felt before. There was something new out there that was calling him. It was as exciting but disconcerting.
Leaning over a rail to focus on Hadama he elaborated, "I've been feeling an odd sensation pulling me to the Grounds ever since last night. I've been there numerous times, but I have no idea what might be causing this. I thought that I'd read up on some of the more obscure facts about the region in case anything resonated before I followed the pull." Because there was no denying whatever this was.
It was a vaguely familiar sensation, similar to the instinctual nudges that had led him to various magical encounters. But this one was something that Sah had never felt before. There was something new out there that was calling him. It was as exciting but disconcerting.
Sah
