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.
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Moving Day
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.
Flute Lessons
There was a stool set up for her to sit on, an empty musical stand, and another chair where her teacher would sit.
A Part of Life
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.
Breaking Down Barriers
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.
Walking Lesson
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.
Cataclysm
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.
Reflections In The House
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.
All The Fun
Atlas picked himself back up again. The problem had to be in the gears operating the flap of the wings. He might have tightened them too much. He went back to his workbench, took it off, adjusted the tension and put the straps back on. He made sure to add a little lubricant around the moving parts, in case that was the issue.
A Dance in the Den
The aunt’s face lit up with pure joy and recognition. “Yes! It is good to rekindle. Please eat the pie, while it is still hot. It’s not as good the next day. I hope you like it. It was nice to meet you.”