Chapter 097
Emilia's POV
The silence in the room was so deep that I could hear my heartbeat. Eira was sitting on the floor, crossing her legs and moving her hands slowly over the wall. She didn't speak much, just moving her lips as if she was talking to someone who wasn't there.
I stood by her, watching everything she did, my heart tight with concern and a feeling I couldn't explain.
"Eira, what are you up to?" I spoke softly so as not to disturb the silence.
She kept her eyes down.
She whispered, "I like to draw."
I realized it was not only about drawing.
I moved forward, looking at the unusual marks curling and twisting everywhere on the walls.
They were very old—runes I had only seen once, in Lena's journal.
"How did you pick up these skills?" I spoke, my voice trembling a bit
