Book 2
Fantasy
From Writers Exchange
“They’re kinda stupid, aren’t
they?” Bree whispered when they reached the top of the stairs.
Twist-feather hit the door with her
elongated tail so it banged shut without Khyber having to reach back and close
it.
“They’re just jealous of us,”
Khyber answered after a moment of thought. She shared a grin with Bree, then
choked a moment later when the little girl reached up and twined her warm
little fingers through hers.
There, very clear, like a zap of
lightning from her toes to the ends of her hair, yet cool and refreshing --
that was the sealing of their filar bond.
Now Khyber believed.
She slid her books into the crook
of her other arm and turned her hand to grip Bree’s little hand. They started
down the hallway to the living room where the Council waited.
Can
you hear me?
Bree’s wide-eyed delight brought a
bubble of laughter into Khyber’s throat.
Filar,
remember? She tipped her head back, gesturing with her chin toward the door
of the living room. “We’ve got some work to do. Let’s get it done so we can get
away from everybody and figure things out.”
“Like what?” Bree reached up her
free hand, offering to take some of Khyber’s books.
“Well … do you like the top bunk or
the bottom? You’re probably staying with us, and I have bunk beds.”
“We’re sisters now, aren’t we?”
“Better than sisters,” Khyber said,
two steps away from the living room door.
They paused in the doorway and the pleased smile and nod from her grandmother and from Kirstan made her feel several feet taller.
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