We’re friends, Nina echoed. My first real friend, not approved by my family. She found herself smiling back too, feeling a little silly but also happy.
Blucini told herself this was the right thing to do. With what had happened, she couldn’t hide in this mansion forever and avoid all contact with the outside world until the hysteria and suspicion passed. She needed a normal life and normal interaction. She couldn’t live the life of a caged pretty bird feranoth, its wings forever clipped.
There was a stool set up for her to sit on, an empty musical stand, and another chair where her teacher would sit.
Proud of her plant, she brought it to show-and-tell the next day. She forgot it there, where it then stayed abandoned in the hallway for the next week, shriveled and died.
Nina grew up in a rural milieu, which shaped her preconceptions and biases against townsfolk. That didn’t change until she was away from her family while finishing up her education – and lived inside the boundaries of that same town.
He took another step. She released his hand. Two more steps and he teetered again. She grabbed under his shoulder and held him before he fell over.
He would be the first one to walk into the newly-excavated building. He had received the letter the other day and it promised him that right.
The dishes and plates jumped up from the table, bouncing around and the glass fell the floor, covering the woken mats in broken glass. They screamed. Xandri leapt up.
They were planning to infiltrate a really old house rumored to be haunted. The building was so ancient, it was closed off with a high fence and signs with warnings on them.
The bell above the shop door tinkled as it opened. Frell looked over casually. Her eyes widened at the uncommon sight: some kind of colorful underwater slug slithered inside. Definitely not something she usually saw on land here.