‘Paladine no! I do not want to hear that part. Please skip it Kitalia?!’ Jordan pleaded, sending her telepathic voice into Kit’s mind.
Kit covered the outside of her pocket with her hand and stuttered, “Well….yes, but I get ahead of myself, let me start at the beginning.” Kit paused and looked away, appearing to stare out at the beautiful view of Threshold as she pondered on how to begin.
“Grandfather, my true name is Kitalia Lightower, born in Mandin, a village just outside of Kazbourne. My father was a handyman, my mother a seamstress…”
And so Kit told her tale from the very beginning, it was if she was reciting written text. The detail to which she delved astounded Ashe, she seemed to have a very keen memory of all persons, places and things that even slightly passed her peripheral vision.
She spoke of her first tutor Mr. Gaigell, a kind middle-aged gentleman who taught her for over 4 years until he violated her parents trust by kissing her that hot summer day when she was ten.
‘I keep forgetting about him! We need to look out for him, he is probably stalking the woods outside of Threshold biding his time.’ Jordan pathed in a hushed tone.
‘Don’t be ridiculous.’ Kit telepathed back to her, causing her to stutter in her tale to Ashe. She resumed, “it was my first memory of the lavender scent, a scent that seems to be associated with my attraction power,” she paused her story for a moment. “Does that make any sense teacher?” she asked a bit embarrassed.