Theories and Prophesies of the Liar Zenovia

She ventured deeper into his office now that her eyes had adjusted to the room within, and she had heard the paper rustle to let her know where he was within the office. She wouldn't be like Nanny, and go and open all the drapes, she hated it when people opened her drapes with no warning, especially after she had finally got into a good bit of sleep. So instead, she came, and joined him on the chaise, knowing well enough where he would be, for her usual flop beside him to fret.

This wasn't an unusual occurrence now that she was working more closely on her research project with the University. How do you know though? For all we know they'll take great offense and then what? Bye Orlais, don't tell me you don't think they could, if there's anything I'm more certain of, it's that if they wanted too, they could probably cause the wards to finally fail. She let it go though, since he sounded sure of himself, and instead she tried to calm that irritation back out of him, her fingers going to that mop of curly hair on his head, gentle to try and comb it out some.

You're right, I probably.. it's like the people in the market. They're not really there. The book is probably exactly where I left it, and just the ... my mind isn't letting me see it because I'm still anxious over everything.

@René Louis Dumont