A sadistic glint shone brightly in her eyes as she bit her lower lip and slowly shifted herself back and forth atop her own sybian. With her ears pointed straight upwards and the corners of her mouth curled up into a thin smile, there was little question left as to whether or not she approved of her sister’s treatment.
I set the quill down with shaking hands, placing it into the inkwell, my ledgers finally finished for the day. The library had been quiet, and the dancing candle flames had threatened to lull me off to sleep as the dry figures on the parchment held little interest. Archiving was dull work, but I had come to view it as my calling. Besides, I would endure any tedium for the chance to be in Miss Bianca’s company. The Hakutaku that served as my mistress was the shining light of my work.
Lightning Kissed, they called me. What a laugh. Lightning Cursed, more like. Or perhaps just cursed. Yeah, that pretty much sums up my life. Death, too, if I ever make it up this goddamn mountain.