"Song of the Spirit Insects"
Ruger looked at the book in his hands and twisted his long mouth.
Of course, this Wizard predecessor's idea was good-excellent, even-but it had disrupted his plans. Learning this spell would clearly take some time, yet now that he had seen it, not learning it would torment him.
Unless he took the book with him.
Ruger blinked. That seemed rather improper, taking something without asking.
Click!
Someone pushed open the Library door.
The footsteps were unhurried, heavy yet somehow light. Their weight was a physical fact, while that lightness came from Ruger's sense of the newcomer's mood. It seemed like the sort of stride only someone in good spirits could have.
Ruger lifted his eyelids slightly from his recliner and looked lazily toward the corner of the bookshelves.
Big Guy soon came into view. Sure enough, he looked to be in a good mood.
"Oh, my friend, your fur still looks as lovely as ever, even though you spend all day holed up in this dark, stuffy place."
Mahama moved the little chair Varin had left behind to one side, sat on the floor, and poured himself a cup of fruit tea.
Ruger glanced at him.
"Jensen taught me that before he left. When you meet bloodline Wizards like yourselves, you can compliment their fur," Big Guy added as he drank his fruit tea.
Ruger closed the book and rolled his eyes from his recliner.
"The Insect Sea Hunt and the Insect Sea Voyage have both been canceled. The Insect Sea isn't suitable for voyages or hunting this year," Mahama said.
Ruger raised his eyebrows. He had clearly heard that news from someone else. Big Guy had neither the time nor the connections to gather information himself.
*The Insect Sea wasn't suitable for hunting or