+ snarkystarkey
Sitting on the damp ground, lost in silent prayer, Rhyan jumped at the sound of a twig snapping. She had come to this specific spot because it was, at least by the looks of it, unoccupied.
Clearly she had been wrong.
“Uh, gimmie just a sec,” she said, gathering up various books that were splayed out on the ground. “I’ll be out of your hair in a minute.”









