I thought I was done walking into unfamiliar terrain; that I no longer had to face the trepidation that comes with confronting the unknown, yet here I am, still feeling like a newborn suckling at the teat of unclaimed knowledge with a desperate thirst for guidance and understanding.
Steeling myself, I knock on Ayawamat’s door. I hear his sigh on the other side of the door, followed by the sounds of him getting up and padding over to the door. He opens it, his arm outstretched against the frame as his rainbow eyes gaze at me with disinterest.
“Yes?” he prompts lazily.
Glancing over his shoulder, I notice the mountains of books open on his bed and scattered across the floor. “Am I interrupting?” I question curiously, suspecting his research pertains to the hunt for his unwanted animai.
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