Amaira Doriath and 208 blinked their eyes, adjusting to the sudden change in environment.
Their gaze moved over the vast cosmos before it shifted towards the high chair where a blurry faced man sat calmly.
The elf and vampire quickly averted their gaze, fearing the wrath of a deity.
Amaira Doriath clearly remembered the towering being she had 'seen' the first time she arrived here.
'…It was like looking at something I shouldn't have.'
She thought grimly before her gaze shifted to the young man on the opposite side.
At that moment, she couldn't help but wonder. 'What do he and I have in common?'
She was wondering why they had been chosen to be his informants.
'He looks really weak and fragile. From his frame and hands I can guess, he doesn't get much to eat.'
That made her frown because she couldn't find anything in common between them.
After trying for a while, she gave up on trying to understand Mikhail's train of thought.
