* * *Good thing I already had a glass of wine. It's bad that I just decided to take a sip from the second glass. And out of surprise, she spat out all the wine and hit the sorcerer exactly.
- Herios dog in your ass! the sorcerer barked.
"How else am I supposed to react to becoming a witch?"
Just in case, I prepared to defend myself. A sorcerer will turn me into something croaking or slimy.
- Not a witch. Aryl said, still angrily. “Witches know the secrets of nature, but I still don’t know what kind of gift you have.” But we'll figure it out, we'll figure it out.
It sounded somewhat promising. I would say sinister. So I imagined Arila's sweet smile and his thoughtful: “We are dissecting, we are dissecting ...”.
Brrrr, imagination, slow down.
- There's a lot to deal with. And tomorrow
