Mikayla
Mikayla pondered Angus¡¯ words and then nodded. She also laughed at his wonderful observation. ¡°I¡¯m sure men do eat better. Although in my village the Mayor¡¯s dog FiFi might eat way better than both of us.¡± She said with a smile.
When he walked her into the room she turned in small circles examining everything before her. It was all...so...too...
As angus stepped way from the book, Mikayla stepped to it running her hand over it. When Angus began to leave she desperate rushed over to him reaching for his hand.
¡°Please do not go yet. This...this is all so new and strange to me and I¡¯m feeling a bit overwhelmed. Will you...would you stay...I could really use a friend right now.¡±
(Angus)
Angus stopped when Mikayla grasped his hand, surprised but bowing his head in acknowledgement.
"I will stay if Mistress wishes it," he said.? "I am not certain of what use I may be, other than to fetch and carry. Nor am I certain that I qualify as a friend - at least not a proper one. But I will gladly stay to offer whatever support or reassurance I can give."
He glanced at the tome on the bookstand, then looked back to Mikayla.? "I am not skilled at the magic art myself, but I did observe the Master at work for a number of years.? So I do have a passing familiarity with the practice, even if I don't really understand it. But I do know where the Master kept everything that he used in his research. And I might be able to keep you from repeating some of his more... unfortunate... missteps."
"But either way," he bowed again, "I am yours to command, Mistress."
Tag - Mikayla
