A giant hourglass on the Scry-Screens showing only a few minutes remaining in the trial to end.
But The silent, passive-aggressive war in the Whispering Library still continued.
My Napping Ninjas were in their quiet reading alcove, locked in a silent, passive-aggressive war with The Archivist.
Zazu was in a deep, strategic slumber, his breathing even and his face a mask of pure serenity. I could feel his dream: he was on an endless, quiet beach, the gentle waves washing away all the stress of the tournament. Kaelen sank into a deep, still meditation, her mind like a calm, quiet lake.
Her assassin's training had taught her to be aware of everything. She could hear the distant creak of a floorboard, the flutter of a book page in a magical draft. But where once she would have identified them as potential threats, now they were just... ripples on the surface of the silence. Even Sir Crumplebuns stood guard, his plushy hand resting on his Spoonblade, a silent, heroic protector.
