She can't see the landscape anymore
It's all painted in her grief
All of her history etched out at her feet
It's all painted in her grief
All of her history etched out at her feet
The man leaned in suddenly, and Letha took one step backwards. Her eyes widened and her jaw dropped some. "Wait, how did you know that? I haven't even been standing here in front of you for five minutes." She had spent hours with Amun before the two of the them came to that conclusion. Her eyebrows knit together, forehead knotting hard. Her shoulders tensed. "Are you an Ascended?" she asked, very intentionally trying to keep her voice from sounding icy.
"I've only been here a few days." She said carefully, resisting the urge to bring her arms up and cross them across her chest. She was shocked and surprised, but she didn't want to seem hostile. This man--Samuel--was able to detect that she was an Ascended eerily quick, it was easily within the realm of possibility that he had other abilities, too.
