Theories and Prophesies of the Liar Zenovia

He was enjoying a nap when she came barging through, the door bouncing off the bookcase with force before she closed it, all out of breath yelling and huffing between gasps. The newspaper lay draped over his face, the slight gap in the curtains allowing a single stream of light to illuminate the path through his office avoiding the chaise lounge.

Sensing she hadn’t marched past him in some panic, Rene half-groaned, half-yawned. I don’t think they are that unreasonable, Lia. Slowly, he pulled the paper down, his eyes still shut. She was overthinking, but she had also been in the depth of study and experimentation, so a break was required. If the Tevene were so easily offended I think we would all be dealing and arguing with sticks and stones, not parchment and ink. His voice oozed confidence despite the fatigued layer in his voice.

Then the irritated chiding began. Take a breath… come sit down. I’ll come help you after you remember to breathe

@Ophelia Jolfy