if the journey of a thousand miles starts when you take the first step
All she could think of was how his hands were the size of her throat and how he had a good foot if not more on her. Smiling breezily, Eloise reached into her pocket. What she withdrew, was a stone not unlike an opal, attached to a fine silver chain. In what dim light there was, the gem sparkled like sun-fire. How much was illusion and how much was real, was not for the men to know. Once she had the mage glass she'd be the master of her own destiny, and thugs like these wouldn't be able to touch her. "It's called the pulse stone. Brought from the world I came from." She couldn't quite remember the lie she'd told them. Was it that it made your enemies run in fear? Or did it turn them into bats?
Swapping the bag for the gem, Eloise poured out the crystals into her palm. They certainly seemed...ordinary. But then, Eloise had no idea what mageglass even looked like. She expected power to hum through her veins for simply having held it, but felt nothing. Still, her ego kept her from asking any questions that might otherwise reveal her ignorance.
Swapping the bag for the gem, Eloise poured out the crystals into her palm. They certainly seemed...ordinary. But then, Eloise had no idea what mageglass even looked like. She expected power to hum through her veins for simply having held it, but felt nothing. Still, her ego kept her from asking any questions that might otherwise reveal her ignorance.
i'll travel for a little while, & i won't be coming back
