JudgementVoi was taking in the dark wood paneling of the waiting area at the Apexian Embassy when the telephone rang from across the lobby again, capturing her attention. She watched as the receptionist skillfully pecked away on her typewriter while speaking on the phone, scribbling notes when necessary. The woman had been taking a lot of calls that day, thanks to yesterday’s attack.
Voi wondered how many emelesiacs made their way past the receptionist’s desk each day—or if the woman was even aware of Voi’s status as an emelesiac, let alone an elementalist.
The patter of footsteps echoed off the walls of a nearby hallway.
She moved to stand, anticipating being called upon, though she changed her mind when this seemed presumptuous. Instead, she rubbed her palms on her pants then redid he
