"These grandchildren... would you happen to know their names?" Dryzza ventured, her gaze fixed on the grimoire resting on the mistress’s lap.
Despite her concentration, the grimoire remained elusive to her mind, its pages barely visible as if teasing her imagination to construct its appearance before she could fully comprehend it.
The mistress might be even doing on purpose. A test? Who'd know? Definitely not her.
She felt a pull toward it, as though the secrets contained within were playing tricks on her senses, demanding her attention even as the conversation continued.
"I most certainly do," the mistress replied after a moment’s pause, her voice calm, almost nonchalant, as if the matter were of no great consequence to her. Yet, Dryzza sensed a deeper tension beneath her composed exterior.