Wapun Meadow thus always to tyrants

phaedra turned to look under herself. a stippling of doubt affixed itself to val’s conscience.

had she asked him first? val tried to think about the mere seconds earlier and got nothing. his mind was racing too fast.

oh. she had asked him first. his brow furrowed once more, a deep trench of confusion consuming his dark face.

compounded then by the mention of rabbits, games, and cheating.

a new thoughtform tugged gently at his mind, as if a persistent but out-of-place child. he tried to form words and none came.

this had happened before.

hadn’t it?

a sense of deja vu rose like a sparkling blue wave beneath him. i’m val. he didn’t have the presence of mind to address her implication of cheating or games. he was too focused on indra.

tug, tug. val looked to phaedra in open bewilderment. ..do i know you?