Beliza stared at him and sighed. It seemed anitos and katalonans alike were averse to giving simple answers. Tamauro waited patiently for her next question, his face impassive, but she sensed he already knew what she wanted to ask next.
“Do you think I can do this? Be a good katalonan?”
“Do you believe you can?”
She wasn’t certain, but a tiny part of her yearned. As she met his eyes, her gabay smiled.
“Listen to the silent beckoning in your heart, follow that lodestar in your path. Use all your senses, for they will never fail you.” Tamauro waved her off as he drew into his cigar, as if he didn’t want her interrupting his smoking break.
His image wavered and then vanished when she looked back, leaving only his smoke rings. Reinforced, Beliza walked with surer steps. Even Suhay clicked
