With the sky inky and starless, the gentle breeze rustled the tall branches of the trees that surrounded the circled beings.
All eyes remained on the single person that stood most inferior to the rest.
Sylteena gulped.
Feeling the keen focus of all the forest creatures locked on her trembling body, Sylteena's feet shifted weight, clutching onto the chronicles as her chest thudded in anticipation of the Sliqruki's next words.
At least she managed to get their attention.
…All of them.
She gulped.
"What do you want, woman?" The question came out cautious from the Forest Feeder. "Exactly…"
"Your wisdom," Sylteena responded as she took a step forward. "No matter what I know, I am handicapped in comparison to your age's knowledge and wisdom in unlocking the secrets laced on my path to success." His silence drew long enough to replace a response.
