Kat's Story

Kat smiled at me brightly.

"And you don't need to call me anything other than Lit," I added.

"It was an honor to perform for you, Lit," Kat said in a lighter voice than I had heard all dinner time. She seemed to have relaxed in my company.

I felt myself blush bright red, "It was an honour to have you and your brother. I loved your singing, it was so beautiful, and meaningful."

"Another starstruck fan?" Kat teased me, and then she laughed lightly, "What did you want to ask me?"

"I don't quite understand something about you," I tilted my head, "You're from the West?"

"Yes," She smiled, "Under all this weird purple makeup I am an Emerald Licnine."

I looked at the purple on her legs. I tried to imagine someone painting each green stone until it was completely purple. Someone would have had to die her hair too.

My eyes drifted to her shoulders and something else occurred to me with a sickening feeling, "You don't have wings."