Katala
“I don’t see your house,” I mumbled and then rolled my eyes at myself. From all the things to say I had to go and say that. The presence near me seemed to grow curious at my words. It started to move around me, and once again I wasn’t able to see him but I was aware of him, almost as if it felt like the wind moving in circles.
“Do you want a house?” asked the surprised voice, his tone grave and composed like that of a scholar. He mumbled a word in another language and then said, “before you never cared for those types of things.”
“Before? Have we seen each other before?” I asked him in confusion and the voice hummed as if it was deep in thinking before resuming our talk.
“You still have much to learn before your ascension,” I shook my head at that.
“I don’t
