Chapter 36: Thrown From The Mind’s Edge
"But what shall we do now," she continued, looking to her side for any signs of movement or occupied space.
Gripping her grimoire, she closed her eyes to allowed the heightened senses allowed by its pages to fill her body, granting her sight unbeknownst to her by herself.
She could sense them--the growing number of presences floating off in the distance, each one with a different shape to its aether.
She wasn’t aware of what they were or their purpose, but she knew that whatever laid within them would be key to finding Rowan.
"First things first," she said, looking back down, "lets go through you guys."
She unfolded the two other papers that had covered her body, anticipation surging in her limbs as if another bright light were going to assail her retinas, but she only felt a mixture of disappointment and gratitude once she’d read normal, readable characters.
"Drew a blank there, huh," she joked to herself, invoking a slight burst of energy to release from her grimoire.
She nuzzled its cover like someone would a pet, looking back to the other papers.
"Don’t suppose we’ll have to go through all of them, will we?"
Only sighing at her own rhetorical question, she flew more softly to the other purple auras floating in the air, reading through them one-by-one.
Although they each were interesting poems, she hadn’t the time nor energy to ruminate in their writing, none of them possessing within them any symbols that wrought special effects.