LANGUA was no ordinary spirit; it was a creature endowed with emotions. Perhaps it was because every language it touched seemed to breathe with life. The spirit remained bound within its book, appearing only when summoned. Now, having withdrawn from Thalia’s body, Langua stood before her, still tethered to the pages from which it had emerged.
“My pleasure to make your acquaintance, my lady,” Langua said with a graceful bow. One delicate wing crossed over its chest while the other curved outward, as though mimicking a knight’s courtly gesture.
For a fleeting moment, Thalia felt an unusual attachment to the little creature, something she rarely allowed herself. An idea sparked in her mind, bright and daring.
“Langua, may I propose to you?” she asked softly.
The spirit tilted its head cur
