The family was changing.
The two boys were raised up to the ranks of mazoi without fanfare. While Kiyya had anticipated this and previously been filled with a gleeful determination, on this day he was only worried.
He could not stop seeing the scene in the prison. Khusobek bloody, beaten, struggling against the outsider, the bad man, the demon; repeating with such frequency that Kiyya's personal light had diminished.
He did not venture out of home base (his typically affectionate title for their rendezvous), and stuck close to Inji, showing more lethargy about daily tasks than before. He ate, he slept, he tidied the space, and listened to his mother.
The two boys were raised up to the ranks of mazoi without fanfare. While Kiyya had anticipated this and previously been filled with a gleeful determination, on this day he was only worried.
He could not stop seeing the scene in the prison. Khusobek bloody, beaten, struggling against the outsider, the bad man, the demon; repeating with such frequency that Kiyya's personal light had diminished.
He did not venture out of home base (his typically affectionate title for their rendezvous), and stuck close to Inji, showing more lethargy about daily tasks than before. He ate, he slept, he tidied the space, and listened to his mother.
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Shaken, not stirred. - by Kiyya - September 13, 2024, 12:18 PM
RE: Shaken, not stirred. - by Tiye - September 13, 2024, 09:39 PM