More lore on Leiayrah: “Leiayrah, I’m serious. You have to take things like this slowly.” Ghost grumbled from behind her, peering over her shoulder.
The Warlock sighed and lifted the heavy tome, the words falling off her tongue flawlessly, even with a little growl from deep within her throat, “T’shu katadeh mee lowoo.”
Ghost sighed at the use of the Eliksni language, and translated out loud, “The Secrets of Time and Space? Haven’t you already ready like 50 of these types of books?”
“And I’ll read 50 more.” Leiayrah replied, jerking her head back as Ghost spun around before her and leaned into her face, his little silver spikes spreading out. “Would you just-“ She fanned at him as if he were a fly and he quickly dodged away.
“If your father wanted you to find him then he would come to you himself! You’re going to kill yourself doing all this!” Ghost said.
“And that’s why I have you. To revive me when I die.” A smirk crossed her blue lips and she turned away holding the book until it was knocked from her grasp and clattered to the grassy ground. She stopped, closed her eyes and took a deep breath. “I am a Warlock. We are patient. I am a Warlock. This is just part of my training.”
Ghost floated up from where he had slapped himself against the book and took a good hard look at Leiayrah. “My Queen. You know... wait. What is that? Is that a net? A bug catching net...? And a glass jar...? Where did that even come from-“
“-Run, Little Light.-” The Warlock whispered, but Ghost only then realized he had translated the Eliksni language again in his mind, as well as the many curse words that followed.
“Y-You know the Fallen language sounds way scarier when you speak it than when they do!” Ghost cried as he had never floated so quickly away in the opposite direction of where her net had swung.