Transitus Tempus
Ann couldn’t help but fidget with the fur of her collar as she waited for Sarkhan to direct her in what to do. Of course, as she had said before, she was going with him to Tarkir. She wanted a hand in this journey- if only to help rid him of the voices that plagued him.
She stared at him now, waiting for words to fall from his mouth, telling her what to do as they prepared to ‘walk.’ She sighed, tracking his movements as he inspected their packed items with ever-tired eyes.












