Pleased that her proposition had gone over so well as expected, Mel flashed a smile and gave an appreciative nod, and again at the mention of journals. Uncertain exactly where they were in relation to where they had been, she wondered if there might even be a pattern. Regardless, Jigano was right - it served an opportunity to perhaps reconnect with the world she had been plucked from, and to better understand where she had come from and perhaps even who she had been.
She entertained these thoughts even as she toyed with the puddle of gryphlet that occupied her lap, warm and vibrating in her arms. Oh, how Mel adored the precious creature's presence. The witch split her attention comfortably between working her fingers through the beaked kitten's fur and her companion, watching his movements with a calm interest as she tickled down along the spine between Isuma's wings. The smell of tea was an additional comfort that had her easing back into the chair. The tale that Jigano shared did well to pique her interest. It was a tale that she could easily obsess over. Certainly there were lessons to be learned from this place, but so too were things she felt she had learned ages ago, familiar like a favorite pair of shoes. Fear and longing sang in her veins, veins that recalled once coursing with power everlasting, Jigano's words echoing as both a warning and a challenge. Perhaps too she could wrestle with the forces that be of this world and venture to divinity herself. The thought nearly made her laugh, bringing a flush of color to her cheeks - she did not want to appear rude.
Kneeling, she gropes beneath the bed, her arm too short to grasp the box, gap too narrow even for her. There is a scrape as the box is pushed into her searching hand firmly and she pulls it free, pausing to glance at the closed door to her back before teasing the latch open. Inside is a stack of pages, the top most a diagram of runic figures and their associated meanings. From beneath her blanket she pulls three new pages to add to the collection, the top most titled simply "Curses".
Shivering at a sudden chill, Mel blinks and returns to Caido, the memory fading as quickly as it came on. "Sorry - the curse, does it still linger? Or was it banished with the barrier?
She entertained these thoughts even as she toyed with the puddle of gryphlet that occupied her lap, warm and vibrating in her arms. Oh, how Mel adored the precious creature's presence. The witch split her attention comfortably between working her fingers through the beaked kitten's fur and her companion, watching his movements with a calm interest as she tickled down along the spine between Isuma's wings. The smell of tea was an additional comfort that had her easing back into the chair. The tale that Jigano shared did well to pique her interest. It was a tale that she could easily obsess over. Certainly there were lessons to be learned from this place, but so too were things she felt she had learned ages ago, familiar like a favorite pair of shoes. Fear and longing sang in her veins, veins that recalled once coursing with power everlasting, Jigano's words echoing as both a warning and a challenge. Perhaps too she could wrestle with the forces that be of this world and venture to divinity herself. The thought nearly made her laugh, bringing a flush of color to her cheeks - she did not want to appear rude.
Kneeling, she gropes beneath the bed, her arm too short to grasp the box, gap too narrow even for her. There is a scrape as the box is pushed into her searching hand firmly and she pulls it free, pausing to glance at the closed door to her back before teasing the latch open. Inside is a stack of pages, the top most a diagram of runic figures and their associated meanings. From beneath her blanket she pulls three new pages to add to the collection, the top most titled simply "Curses".
Shivering at a sudden chill, Mel blinks and returns to Caido, the memory fading as quickly as it came on. "Sorry - the curse, does it still linger? Or was it banished with the barrier?
