Terra and her family ate breakfast in their suite the next morning. They’d stocked the kitchen with groceries, for days when they didn’t feel like mingling in the cafeteria, and today was one of those days. Terra liked the extra bit of downtime to lounge in her pajamas, and after the emotional whirlwind of yesterday, she wanted to give herself some extra TLC.
She’d just taken a bite of her rainbow toast when someone knocked softly at the door. “I’ll get it,” Isengrim said as he moved to the door and opened it. “Ah—good morning, Zoltan.” Terra tensed a bit and concentrated hard on her toast, hoping Zoltan would not notice her, or at least would not have anything critical to say about her.
“Good morning,” the Kyrii replied, clearly more
out of politeness than because he truly found anything good about the morning.
The harsh edge seemed to have gone out of his tone—Terra wondered if he’d
overheard her conversation with Isengrim in the hall last night. She couldn’t
decide whether that would be beneficial or embarrassing. Probably both, but if
it was beneficial she was okay with it.






