“An ancient book gifted by the knowledge-seeking aytorin people from the south. Very valuable.”
I nodded as he said something else I couldn’t translate, relieved he hadn’t told me it was, like, bound in the skin of—
“It is apparently bound in the skin of one of their Matriarchs. The highest honour that can be bestowed upon their kind—their bodies used to immortalise words.”
"The sky is blue.”
“Blue?” I repeated in shock, picturing the creature’s crystal blue eyes. He had eyes the colour of his sky.