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Authors: Emily Thompson
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earnestly.
“Oh it’s not true!” Myra said, slapping at Twist angrily, while he felt only mirth bubble over his Sight. “Stop that,” she warned. “Or no more cookies for you.”
“I'm sorry!” he said quickly, forcing his face to look frightened around the smile that simply wouldn't leave him. “I take it back! I'm magnificent!” Niko laughed under his breath.
“Well, all right,” Myra said, looking at him suspiciously out of the corner of her eye.
“Oh, what is that?” Tasha asked, thoughtfully chewing at a bit of cookie. “Is it the lychee? The vanilla? There's a flavor in here that's simply delightful.”
“It's love,” Niko said around the last of his cookie. Myra's eyes shot to him in shock.
“Must be,” Tasha said, smiling at Twist.
“That's it,” Jonas said, suddenly entering from the other bedroom. Twist realized then that he hadn't noticed Jonas leave the room. “Myra, can I try one of these fabulous cookies, please?”
“Of course!” Myra said, hopping off of Twist's knee to offer him the plate.
Jonas took one and his face washed over with wonder as he took a bite. “Oh wow,” he toned. “That is good.”
“Naturally,” Myra said. “I made them.”
Twist could only smile as he watched her boast about herself so easily. When he caught Tasha's gaze for a moment, he saw a subtle hint of carefulness in her gaze. She hadn't forgotten anything, but she somehow seemed to understand that he didn't want to dwell on what had happened. For the moment, it appeared that she would pretend that nothing had happened at all.
Her attention to detail, fueled by her well-refined Sight, had always told her everything she'd ever needed to know about Twist. To his confusion and admiration, her actions towards him were never anything but kind. Twist began to wonder what she saw in his details.
It was deep into the early hours of morning before everyone settled down enough to rest. They would be catching an airship to New York in the afternoon, leaving plenty of time to finish packing after some sleep. Twist slept with his pocket watch in his hand, nestled under his pillow, to ward off any fitful dreams. When he woke, his mind felt significantly clearer, and very nearly stable. The weight of embarrassment and regret still hung heavily on him, but now at least he could carry it alone.
Tasha finished writing her report to Aden—the man who personally chose each new place where they performed, and set up all of the theater rentals and the travel details—and dropped the letter in a post box on their way out to the coast. Twist had to admit that it was considerably easier to follow Aden's instructions than it had been to travel around the world with just Jonas and Myra. He always recognized the name of every place he went, he always found a comfortable bed when he got there, and the travel itself was usually straightforward. It was also comforting to spend so much time in English-speaking countries, as they had for the last two weeks.
“You know what I miss?” Jonas said, as they got out of the cab at the airship docks that hung over the cliffs at the edge of the Pacific. “I miss the adventure.”
“It's awfully early for that level of philosophy,” Niko said, as they all walked together along the graying redwood jetty, towards the airships.
“Actually,” Twist said, opening his pocket watch to check the time, “it's almost four in the afternoon.”
“I only woke up a few hours ago,” Niko grumbled.
“Grumpy,” Jonas jeered.
“Reckless adventure hog,” Niko snapped back, under his breath. Tasha gave a sigh and shook her head.
Myra stepped purposefully between Niko and Jonas, taking Jonas's arm and smiling at him from under the edge of her wide, white hat. “Tell me what you mean,” she said pleasantly. “I want to hear it. What adventure do you miss?” Twist caught a glance from her and moved his steps closer to
“Oh it’s not true!” Myra said, slapping at Twist angrily, while he felt only mirth bubble over his Sight. “Stop that,” she warned. “Or no more cookies for you.”
“I'm sorry!” he said quickly, forcing his face to look frightened around the smile that simply wouldn't leave him. “I take it back! I'm magnificent!” Niko laughed under his breath.
“Well, all right,” Myra said, looking at him suspiciously out of the corner of her eye.
“Oh, what is that?” Tasha asked, thoughtfully chewing at a bit of cookie. “Is it the lychee? The vanilla? There's a flavor in here that's simply delightful.”
“It's love,” Niko said around the last of his cookie. Myra's eyes shot to him in shock.
“Must be,” Tasha said, smiling at Twist.
“That's it,” Jonas said, suddenly entering from the other bedroom. Twist realized then that he hadn't noticed Jonas leave the room. “Myra, can I try one of these fabulous cookies, please?”
“Of course!” Myra said, hopping off of Twist's knee to offer him the plate.
Jonas took one and his face washed over with wonder as he took a bite. “Oh wow,” he toned. “That is good.”
“Naturally,” Myra said. “I made them.”
Twist could only smile as he watched her boast about herself so easily. When he caught Tasha's gaze for a moment, he saw a subtle hint of carefulness in her gaze. She hadn't forgotten anything, but she somehow seemed to understand that he didn't want to dwell on what had happened. For the moment, it appeared that she would pretend that nothing had happened at all.
Her attention to detail, fueled by her well-refined Sight, had always told her everything she'd ever needed to know about Twist. To his confusion and admiration, her actions towards him were never anything but kind. Twist began to wonder what she saw in his details.
It was deep into the early hours of morning before everyone settled down enough to rest. They would be catching an airship to New York in the afternoon, leaving plenty of time to finish packing after some sleep. Twist slept with his pocket watch in his hand, nestled under his pillow, to ward off any fitful dreams. When he woke, his mind felt significantly clearer, and very nearly stable. The weight of embarrassment and regret still hung heavily on him, but now at least he could carry it alone.
Tasha finished writing her report to Aden—the man who personally chose each new place where they performed, and set up all of the theater rentals and the travel details—and dropped the letter in a post box on their way out to the coast. Twist had to admit that it was considerably easier to follow Aden's instructions than it had been to travel around the world with just Jonas and Myra. He always recognized the name of every place he went, he always found a comfortable bed when he got there, and the travel itself was usually straightforward. It was also comforting to spend so much time in English-speaking countries, as they had for the last two weeks.
“You know what I miss?” Jonas said, as they got out of the cab at the airship docks that hung over the cliffs at the edge of the Pacific. “I miss the adventure.”
“It's awfully early for that level of philosophy,” Niko said, as they all walked together along the graying redwood jetty, towards the airships.
“Actually,” Twist said, opening his pocket watch to check the time, “it's almost four in the afternoon.”
“I only woke up a few hours ago,” Niko grumbled.
“Grumpy,” Jonas jeered.
“Reckless adventure hog,” Niko snapped back, under his breath. Tasha gave a sigh and shook her head.
Myra stepped purposefully between Niko and Jonas, taking Jonas's arm and smiling at him from under the edge of her wide, white hat. “Tell me what you mean,” she said pleasantly. “I want to hear it. What adventure do you miss?” Twist caught a glance from her and moved his steps closer to
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