<div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=46369.msg2247425#msg2247425">Quote from: Myrleena on 18-09-2009, 23:52:38</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote"><strong>Syrlia</strong>, Library [Ashley &amp; Syrlia]<br/><br/>Picking up the history book, I extend it toward Ashley, willing to help, even if I didn't know her well.  Her mention of a dream was odd, though.  But I wasn't going to open up about that just yet, not unless there was a reason to do so.<br/></blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br/>The two women, one elf and one human, exchange a few words with each other. There is an odd feeling in the air, however. Is there something there, between them? Animosity, the potential for friendship, some sort of recognition? It's odd, but they each feel it in some unique way. Sylria feels something a bit wet on her lap, and there's a giggle in the air...light, faint, hard to hear. Ashley can see what looks to be finger paint on the spine of another book in Sylria's lap. The paint seems to be spelling out letters. J-U-S-T-I<br/><br/>The letters begin to well up, overflowing. That's when Ashley realizes that it wasn't finger paint at all on the spine of that book. It was blood, written in the trademark fashion of a child...and now that bloody wetness is spreading, dripping from the book all over Sylria's lap!