Last weekend was Imaginarium. It went very well and I need to write something about it. That will probably be in 1-2 poasts. In the mean time, I wanted to get this story back on rails as I’ve now a very good idea where it concludes.

Following her encounter with little Silver, Akky gets a tiny glimpse into her and her brother’s backstory. It stirs her own memories just enough to make her contrarian, if not deadly, nature, come to the surface.

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“Brother!” She yelled, pushing herself up from the bed.

Bed?  She looked about.

The layout was similar to the room Nike had placed her after her hatching, but here it was lighter, warmer… more…

“Feminine,” she muttered, rubbing her eyes with her left hand.

“Oh!  You’re awake!”

Some young woman spoke from behind her.  Akaiame sat up and turned around, the sheet falling away from her as she did.

The young woman had short hair – red? no, call it dishwater blonde, Akaiame thought – and kind eyes.  She wore a white dress with orange bands about the short sleeves.  There were a few faint black blotches on her wings.

“I’m sorry!” She said, averting her eyes from Akaiame’s nakedness.  “I’ll get you – ”

“Don’t be stupid; I’m fine. Where’re my clothes?”

She watched the other blanch at that.

Such a bother!

“Thank you for taking care of me.” She pulled the sheet up to cover her breasts.  “Are my clothes somewhere about?”

“Yes!” The other replied.  “We washed and dried them!  Oh!  I’m Crush, by the way!”

“’Washed and dried…’?” And… where am I?  It was raining… lightning…

“THAT GIRL!” Akaiame shouted at Crush.  “The one with the silver hair and eyes!  Where is she?”

Crush stood.

“You saw Silver?  Please tell me:  where is she?  We’re all so worried about her!”

Akaiame stopped.  This was not going to be simple.

They sat outside on the sundeck just off the room Akaiame had awoke in.  Crush had just poured her a second cup of tea after listening to her story. 

“At least she’s with her brother, now,” Crush said with a tiny smile.

Akaiame’s tea cup fell from her mouth to the table with a crash.

“What!”

Akaiame walked northeast from The Farm.  At the crossroads she looked left, towards the high hills; towards the priests.

“Piss on you people,” she said.  She wanted to go home.

‘Ascension,’ Crush explained.  ‘Gold and Silver were siblings in their egg,’ she said.  ‘Inseparable’ was the word the kind young woman used.

I had a brother, too!  I miss him, too!

She tossed her head, looking about.

I hate this place!

She followed the river in reverse of what she’d done yesterday.

A very nervous Snaran stood on the bridge, halfway across.

“Um…” She began.

Oh.  Another piece of parchment.

“You didn’t make your meeting,” Snaran began.  “They – ”

“Don’t know,” Akaiame said, taking the sheet from her.  She crushed it into a ball and tossed it into the river.  Snaran gasped.

“And don’t care.  I won’t be here that long.”

Akaiame pushed passed her.