But the wolf still continued on in her broken English, as though nothing knowable had happened before.
“That was not nothing. We are not moving forward until you explain to me clearly what exactly that was.”
At this, Flora adopted a rather sad expression on her face.
“I really don’t want to hear it. I’m not playing around. We will stand here until you explain to me what it is that you have concocted up your sleeve, or what games you’re trying to play with me.”
Shaking its head at her, Flora gazed into Aeliana’s eyes. It was as though Aeliana were being hypnotized, or else, entranced, by some sort of supernatural power that went beyond herself.
After no more than a few moments of standing stock-still and gazing into her eyes, Aeliana began to experience a long stretch of winding emotion that she could not seem to pinpoint precisely — at least, not at first. Everything felt so rushed, so hurried, so completely intense and volatile.