"It wasn't some brutish man in an alley. It was a Guild prodigy, younger than I was. She caught me trying to steal cultivation texts and treatises on anatomy. I was still obsessed with learning to be a healer at this point."
Fingers curling tighter into the fabric of Qat's sleep shirt, a hand resumed its gentle stroking of her hair after it stopped when she said 'kill'. Elua felt really spoiled by the intimacies her precious gem chose to give, even though she always wanted more and more.
'I probably don't deserve them, but I love them. I love her.'
"I'd gotten good at sneaking by then. At using illusions to get where I needed. Had a whole collection of 'borrowed' materials in my past. But she was faster than I expected. More skilled and trained. And she could counter me."
"You couldn't use your Astralism?"
"Oh, I tried."
