Kana waited until the footsteps outside faded before speaking. The quiet was heavy now, pressing in against the room's walls.
She kept her voice steady, though her fingers tightened slightly against the armrest of the chair.
"What are you thinking of doing?"
The High Priestess didn't answer right away. She simply turned, her robes brushing lightly across the polished floor as she faced Kana fully.
The candles along the far wall caught in her hair and cast her profile in shifting light and shadow.
Then, without a word, she moved to close the door—quietly, but with the deliberate care of someone who wanted no interruptions.
Kana was alone with her now.
Her system stirred in the back of her mind, and Kana let her thoughts drift toward it—not to act, not to draw attention, but to simply feel for any ripple of warning.
