Luna snorted at my thoughts, her amusement rippling through our mental connection like cold water.
'Of course, with you, how can anything ever be normal?' she said, her voice carrying that particular blend of exasperation and fondness that had become her trademark. 'A simple academic paper exchange becomes a life-changing revelation. Typical Arthur.'
I chose to ignore her commentary, as I often did. Despite being an ancient qilin with millennia of experience, her input was more often than not simply unnecessary—and occasionally detrimental to my mental well-being. Right now, I needed to focus on the Deputy Tower Master of the Ebony Tower who was currently kneeling before me like I was some sort of divine figure.
"Please, Sir Paul, get up," I said, trying to inject some normalcy into what had become a decidedly abnormal situation.
