Tahiriasin

Istarel sat down in the closest seat, mindful of the she-wolf resting in it as well. She sat at the very edge, her back leaning against the warmth of Pandora’s body. She twisted her hand to reach behind her back and interweaved her fingers through her fur. “It’s to no use,” she whispered. “We’ve searched every inch of this place. Not even magic helped us as it keeps sending us into empty walls,” she pointed vaguely towards the door leading to the connecting hallway.   Ricio gave up searching the bottom of Daragon’s bed, going limp for a moment. “I hate to admit it, but Istarel might be rig

Ricio heaved a sigh. It was a loud sound he made and obviously exaggerated. “We’re almost there,” Theor replied without actually thinking about it. His friend’s temper, unusually a short one, was really starting to grate on him. It was tiring and incredibly childish of the fighter, and his frustration was slowly getting to Theor as well. Istarel sensed the whirling emotion in his voice. She gave him a shy smile as her hand fumbled for his.   “You’ve said that before,” Ricio muttered, stopping to look inside another room. Obviously disgruntled with whatever he found inside, he smashed the wooden door