08-07-2016, 06:53 PM
Elias held his head cocked, listening. As though he heard a whisper carried upon the winds, but elusive, it dissipated before he grasped he words. The memory echoed, and he turned in a slow circle. Something, but he didn't know what. It reminded him of the day they found the ijiraq. When he saw that misty form, there had been a familiarity pulling at him, tugging upon the hairs on the back of his neck. A similar sensation brushed at his soul, but seeing no explanation, he dismissed the notion and refocused upon Asha.
What had she asked?
The horses. He craned his neck, studying the stallions. But only shrugged. It wasn't like Elias had strong opinions about horses.
"Probably time to go,"
he said, realizing he still held Asha's hand. By then he had released the Power, and assumed he was once more the anchor to which she clung. He didn't mind. In fact, he almost smiled.
Almost.
What had she asked?
The horses. He craned his neck, studying the stallions. But only shrugged. It wasn't like Elias had strong opinions about horses.
"Probably time to go,"
he said, realizing he still held Asha's hand. By then he had released the Power, and assumed he was once more the anchor to which she clung. He didn't mind. In fact, he almost smiled.
Almost.