Chapter 96

"It's it too cold for such a horrendous looking land?" Said Cygnus, digging the sand with the toe of his boots. Merope, in a very pointed voice replied, "If so discourteous were the rebels of Tardonthea when they weren't, your apologetic butt would still be wavering whether or not you were still imprisoned on your own land." Everyone stared. None spoke.

Nova, who was frozen with one leg inside and one out, slowly shifted behind the door, settling properly on the seat and felt the solid diary cover under her palm. She traced it with her thumb, yes same shape as before. Same diary she can go back to reading once everyone disperse.

"Don't you want to walk around a bit?"