an alien a day keeps the sorceror's away

Maker help her.

Certainly not because I nearly gutted that shem.

Rylee let out a huff, feeling almost like an awkward teen again. It wasn't as if she could really fully realize an answer for the questions to herself, let alone enough to share with Sivene.

In your own way, perhaps. The only thing truly strange that Rylee could see so far were the awkward questions. The childlike innocence.