บท 610: An Elf's Tale, Part 18

An opened, hovering book streaked quickly past her head by mere inches, an audible flutter like a sharp, focused echo reaching her ears and causing them to twitch slightly in response—the tight hugging fabric of her hood accentuating this movement, and Wilvur threw her a raised stare, a glimpse of mindful caution manifesting in his narrowing lips. 

"Here, in here, I believe I'll be able to hear you and your decrees better in here when I'm snuggled in my favorite chair," Terra waved a weary hand, the flying book reaching and trailing her every step, and then from within the steep curving corridors of the spiraling tower's interior carried the hard echoing rattle of an opened door. "Well, Lordship's first, I suppose? Enter, I can hardly wait to hear what you have in store for me today."