Chapter 92

My work was not yet done. Samyia refused to sleep. Iris would stay the night with her.

So, I told her stories from back home. I weaved a tale of what a city of metal and glass was like. Iris listened as eagerly as the young girl.

I don't count myself as much of a storyteller, but the strangeness of my words and the vagueness of their meaning caught their attention. Too long did I talk and hold their mind.

The young one could only fight so long before dreams took her. Ones involving planes and rockets that may to her mind have looked like boats sailing across the sea. She slept.

Everyone wished her a goodnight. Morgana gave her a goodnight kiss. I felt I should do the same, but didn't feel comfortable doing so. I held back and whispered a soft, "Goodnight."

Morgana worked and so left with eyes burning with ambition. I had to respect her productivity. It was so unlike myself, yet admirable. She really did have leadership qualities.