âAlways the stupid witches,â the oneiroi grumbled, though there was no spite in their words. At least, for the moment. Witches in general⌠were always a toss up with how the ancient creature was feeling that day. âA convenient excuse for someone who would be hungover,â they chuckled lightly before sliding a chair over for Elio to take. âSo, if youâre not injured or bumbling drunk, then what brings you here? I donât recall you ever taking interest in my other work.â
Stupid wasnât exactly the word Elio wouldâve applied to witches. Most heâd known had been anything but. But he knew what Sushim was trying to say. âAlways someone trying to make trouble,â stated with a half smile, as though he was amused by the thought, though his words rung true. âIâve never been opposed to animals, Sushim, just because I donât drop in all the time doesnât change that,â now he was smiling, teasing the other, âbesides, I donât recall you taking any interest in my art this time around. When was the last time you dropped by my studio? Canât I just be here to see a friend?â Things were going to change soon and Elio was actually concerned for Sushim...he knew the oneiroi was powerfulââ he knew that what he could do...what heâd be asked to do was going to change everything for them and he couldnât imagine that was an easy thing to shoulder by oneself. Clearing his throat, Elio straightened, expression taking on a bit of a more serious look, âI wanted to see how you were. Thatâs all.â