Her cheeks a flame with humiliation, Aridisia had fled.
The next day, her caped hood pulled far forward to cowl her features, she"d returned.
This Magus tall and dignified, he"d etched her request in the words she"d uttered, and then had frowned, his brows drawing together. “Oh, it"s you.” He swung his nose in her direction.
She could just see his eyes beyond the cannons of his nostrils.
“Ludicrous request. No wonder Shorty laughed so hard.” The tall Magus giggled. “Become one of us? Request denied.”
Today, the money in her hand too little to cover the fee, her determination as strong as ever, and a well of anger percolating inside her from two days of humiliation, Aridisia saw she was but one petitioner away from placing her own request. Whatever will I do if I get turned away? she w
