Letha pulled her cloak tighter around her, her face hardening with thought. Lines etched deep into the porcelain as she waited a response. She did not have to wait long, however, for Wessex's voice to reach her. The matriarch is familiar in her head, and her voice even makes the new ascended relax slightly. Letha did not give any response back to the woman, at first, when she started to act on Wessex's invitation to follow her own trespassing. Slipping into the building as the older, more experienced woman had, Letha let down her hood. Her eyes did not need any time to adjust to the lighting. The way her senses responded to this world was something she was finding herself more and more thankful for.
"What are you doing?" She asked, aloud, but in a hushed tone. She felt the inherit need to whisper based on the way the Wraith had slunk here like a snake: stalking and slithering and silent. Ocean eyes moved slowly and carefully, taking in the stacks and shelves of books around them. "What is that?" She gestured, finally, to the book in Wessex's hands, hoping she would not get a sarcastic answer.
She knows its a book, her true question was was why, ultimately.
L e t h a
Where will I find peace other than in oblivion?
