Shady

“It’s when Strithr at the very least is waking up,” she pointed out glumly. “If Haelar can accidentally set off a volcano just by dreaming, what will happen when Strithr ...

She furrowed her brow at that, shrinking and glancing away.

“Oh… I thought it was almost morning.” She felt stupid for being in day clothes now, glancing down at herself.

“Okay.” She nodded. “… what time is it?”

“…I think so,” she said with a little nod. “He said he wants me as a herald because I’d be a merciful representative. And he said he takes care of ...

“That’s fair.”

“Maybe,” she agreed. “…Hopefully no one gets hurt. I don’t think he’d want that.”

“That’s fun.” He nodded. “Are you published? Trying to be?”

“… not sure if that’s better,” she said. “If he’s accidentally setting off natural disasters. That doesn’t seem very controlled.”

“Ahh nice. What genres?”

“Okay.” She nodded. “I will, if I get the opportunity… I hope he doesn’t set off a volcano every time we talk, though. That seems a little melodramatic.”

“True that.” Meyer nodded. “So what about when you’re not working? Any hobbies?”

“… I don’t actually know,” she admitted. “He said he’d come to me again when he wanted to but he didn’t say if there was a way to contact him ...

“I… I didn’t ask about the ghosts,” she admitted. “He said I could only ask three questions… I guess I kinda snuck a fourth in there asking to see Papa ...

“I disagree,” Meyer said with a little smile. “I see how Sadie slaves over her grading and lesson plans and I’m sure you do the same. Blood, sweat, literal tears ...