“I…I think so, yes. Everyone else is alright yes? Fire not catch anyone? Everyone is alright? Please tell me everyone is alright.” She peeked over her shoulder at the still burning ruins of the building. She hadn’t summoned the flame that still licked at the bones of the structure, so where did it come from?
‘You looks the wors’, ma’am. Nobody go’ more’n singed. Now, ‘old sitll for me – this one goin’ ‘urt….’ She splashed her medicinal alcohol on the dark cut and quickly wiped, hoping to find the worse of it was soot.
Milani smiled, “I still try to plan lessons for such. I need ask others to see just how many wish learn and when be good time. Apologies…I have so many things in life that distract me.” She tilted her head for a moment before speaking again. “You can give me way to contact you? So once I have lessons and time I can make sure it alright with you as well?”
‘Oh! Aye, ma’am! I’s sorry I din’ already do tha’….’ She fished out a card, advertising “Designs by Adriwyn” with a faceted gem as a background, and giving an address on the Balthazar High Road. ‘Sendin’ to m’ shop works the bes’ these days.’
“Huh?” Ayofemi seemed to wake up a bit after sluggishly sitting at the desk. She nearly slumped over, when Adriwyn asked her the question. “Oh! Um, yes,” she said. “What gave it away,” she asked jokingly with a tired smile. “They’ll go away eventually. How do you get rid of nightmares? I hear thinking of rabbits or something cute usually works to redirect your mind. Or a difficult puzzle.”
Adri shrugged with a soft sigh. ‘I can ‘elp ‘ead ‘em off by sleepin’ in the arms o’ someone wha’ makes me feel safe, usually… bu’ longer term? I ‘as to face ‘em square an figger ou’ wha’ I’s fearin’ – an’ tha’ be exhaustin’.’ She tilted her head as she pondered, rubbing Ayo’s back the while. ‘Mos’ the time, any more, I’s too tired t’ wake an’ ‘member nigh’mares. Don’ reckon tha’ be a good long-term solution, neither, though.’
“Are you breaking up with me?” “Are you having nightmares again?” “Anything you want to say?” “Apparently, I need to grow a mustache.” “Balloons? Really?” “Be quiet!” “But what if we get caught?” “Can you not?” “Care to tell me what’s going on?” “Come find me.” “Did you even…
“Are you breaking up with me?” “Are you having nightmares again?” “Anything you want to say?” “Apparently, I need to grow a mustache.” “Balloons? Really?” “Be quiet!” “But what if we get caught?” “Can you not?” “Care to tell me what’s going on?” “Come find me.” “Did you even…
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