Nova Peak Splitting

Do you? they shot back without missing a beat, grinding their teeth together but somehow laughing at the same time. I don’t actually think that’s ever happened to me.

They fell silent, pondering the next lyric. They glanced past “Fifth’s” shoulder toward the thick, drifting fog. The only ripples Masque could sense, though, were the ripples of pain inside their skull.

Prophet’s taken, anyway, Masque continued when it ebbed a little. He used to live on the rise…

They trailed off with a shrug, not bothering to mention the possibility of paternity. Maybe she was interested, like Mulherin, but Masque would let their sister raise that subject if ever she desired.

Instead, they wondered, What would you name yourself? There’s no reason you can’t.