Kinza sat around one of the fires with a cup of some kind of vegetable soup. To be honest, she hadn’t been hungry all day and was drinking it more for comfort than anything. People conversed around the fire in hushed tones. The whispers had started again but she could not see where they were coming from.
Kinza saw a young boy grab a large rock and to her amazement, the rock started floating in the air. The boy’s father scolded him and the rock tumbled to the floor. Another woman’s skin flickered through varying shades as she talked with the woman next to her. It looked like the changes were happening in time with her distress. Many of these people had lost or could not find those they loved. It was apparent in the tense conversations that people were afraid and confused. What was happenin
