- Mikayla -
Mikayla gasped as she open the door to find Angus there. At the sight of him, she smiled. She must have been dreaming. There was just no way.
¡°Good morning Angus. ?Everything looks delicious. thank you so much.¡± She said as she sat down.
For a brief moment Mikayla?thought that this was only her second day here and that everything from the previous night was just a big elaborate dream brought on my trauma. After all, all she had experienced was surly too fanciful and farfetched... maybe now she would meet the lord of the manor and learn once and for all what she was doing here.
And then his word said told her otherwise. Mikayla blinked up at him. ¡°You mean last night wasn¡¯t a dream. Last night actually. You mean last night actually happened?¡± she asked, puzzled.?
(Angus, The Dragon)
"That it did, mistress," Angus said, nodding solemnly. "That it surely did. 'Tis a pity that you left so abruptly though.? You missed seeing what you were able to accomplish."
The man waited for Mikayla to begin eating, then continued.? "I apologize if the master failed to explain what he was trying to find out.? He meant no insult or disrespect, no matter how it might have seemed.? The book he was having you read is no ordinary book.? It is a tome of magic castings.? No ordinary person could read it, let alone make it work.? And yet you managed to do both." He regarded the girl admiringly as he spoke, but then sighed.? "At least, it was working until you stopped so suddenly.? That had some rather distressing results."
"But the master is much recovered now," Angus went on, cheering up a bit.? "And he very much wishes to see you again. When you feel you're up to it, that is."
Tag - Mikayla
