Chapter Twenty-One Griffin
It turned out that Lochlan made Tia nervous with his loud pacing and grumbling, so Brea threw him out of the library. But then Tia asked if Uncle Griff could stay since he knew more of the ancient Fargelsian language.
That did not go over well with Lochlan.
“Loch.” Griffin stood on the front porch of the building. “She’s just afraid of disappointing you. It’s messing with her work.”
Lochlan gave a curt nod before he left them to their work.
Brea had turned the reconstructive magic project into an art project. The library table was covered in brown paper and an assortment of crayons and markers.
“Darling, is this part right?” Brea pointed to the childish blue scribble Tia had just handed her.
Tia rolled her eyes and read the phrase.
“Snúou töfrunum við til
