Damon frowned and took a second look over the page.
The lines looked jagged, with smudges that looked like spilt ink rather than something intentional. And yet, the more he looked at it, the more he felt as though there was something behind those lines, something that far transcended a simple drawing.
"What is it?" Nyla asked, quickly moving beside him.
She took one quick glance at a paper before sighing in disappointment.
"Ahh, it's just those scribbles again," she said after a soft sigh.
Damon raised a brow. "You mean you saw these before?"
"Yeah? Ever since she returned, Ivy had been scribbling at almost all times..." As she was speaking, Nyla began to frown slightly as a slow realisation began to dawn on her. "Wait... You don't think these things—"
"They aren't random scribbles," Damon confirmed her realisation. "It's a ritual... of some sort."
A moment of thoughtful silence passed between them before Nyla spoke. "But why would Ivy want to do some ritual?"
