The Ship

I met Zeri and Faey in the yard outside the Provost Building. Oswin and Myra were contacted by the academy's provost earlier. It also included Isabel, Avi, and a juvenile hybrid named Samantha.

"There has been a two-hour delay. We need to know what became of them." Impatiently, Faey asked. The rose behind him was almost completely sucked dry. It has created a hobby of carefully removing petals from flowers.

Once upon a time, I could read sounds into the Provost Building; now, I can't listen to everyone's heart.

"Perhaps Renate, the provost, has created a shield around the entire room, Zeri. That suggests they're discussing a sensitive topic and need to take extra safety measures, "I added.

Perhaps," acknowledged Zeri, who appeared to have given up on trying to learn what was happening inside the structure.

I heaved a sigh and mutter, "I hope sir Ferns is doing well."

Together they drew air and whispered, "I hope so."