Nobody reads a mystery to get to the middle.
Eyes glued to Kai, Knell stumbles when her boot catches an uneven board. She quickly rights herself, pressing an open palm to her hair to push it aside so her gaze can find him again, unwilling to miss a single piece of the puzzle. "'Mind-zombie-weirdos'?" She gapes, looking at the people around them to see if anyone is acting weird. There's a man muttering to the smoke, picking at the air before placing the invisible substance in his mouth, but no one seems to pay him any mind.
Names etch into her mind: Ronin, Remi, Sunjata. All names she's heard, given life by the story Kai weaves, of cures and negotiations, of mysteries and puzzles. Nightmares are the farthest thing from her mind, a million questions competing for her attention. "Where'd they come from? Will they come back?" Will she ever have all the answers? Or have they already been exiled with the Family, too far for her to reach?
Her tail speeds up, an excited rhythm that promises enthusiasm in her assigned task. The smile she wears is unfiltered, blinding and fizzling in its brilliance. "Creamy fudge!" Licking her lips, she asks, "Do you have strawberries too?"
Names etch into her mind: Ronin, Remi, Sunjata. All names she's heard, given life by the story Kai weaves, of cures and negotiations, of mysteries and puzzles. Nightmares are the farthest thing from her mind, a million questions competing for her attention. "Where'd they come from? Will they come back?" Will she ever have all the answers? Or have they already been exiled with the Family, too far for her to reach?
Her tail speeds up, an excited rhythm that promises enthusiasm in her assigned task. The smile she wears is unfiltered, blinding and fizzling in its brilliance. "Creamy fudge!" Licking her lips, she asks, "Do you have strawberries too?"
Knell
They read it to get to the end.
