As the pages continue to turn, he feels more and more unsettled. It's not going to attack you
How do you know?
There's some flash of familiarity from what he assumes are the crazy dreams he'd been having. There are more than just pictures in this book. His fingers run over a small piece of leather, the inscription in the book claiming it is a piece from Tyr's armor. He says nothing for a long moment before turning the page. There, another drawing. This time, one of what's supposedly his godly self, and an equally godly woman. Without reading the description of the picture, a word comes forth that Sean has no inkling of where it comes, and there's an obvious hurt that sweeps over his features:
no subject
How do you know?
There's some flash of familiarity from what he assumes are the crazy dreams he'd been having. There are more than just pictures in this book. His fingers run over a small piece of leather, the inscription in the book claiming it is a piece from Tyr's armor. He says nothing for a long moment before turning the page. There, another drawing. This time, one of what's supposedly his godly self, and an equally godly woman. Without reading the description of the picture, a word comes forth that Sean has no inkling of where it comes, and there's an obvious hurt that sweeps over his features:
"Nanna."