Picking up from last week’s post from a fantasy WiP tentatively titled Wild Worker. Picking up from last week’s snippet.
“My grandfather?” Ciana frowned. “Who are you?”
Emella smiled. “You’ll figure it out soon enough, young one.” She tightened her shawl around her shoulders and pulled a hood up over her head as she turned toward the door. “I’ll be back. And remember, this is our secret.”
Ciana watched her leave, curiosity burning in her mind. The name wasn’t familiar, and yet it was, in an annoying can’t quite make the connection kind of way. She shook her head; it would no doubt come to her while she was doing something else.