Blue“Come on, Blue! If we're late they'll stick us on cleaning duties again!” The teenager referred to as Blue leaned his head back against the cold window pane and closed his eyes.
Twelve years. He thought raising his eyebrows at his time at the academy. And now, oh I can't think about it! The young man's stomach rolled and gurgled and he was forced to take a cleansing breath followed by a careful swallow. The nausea fled as swiftly as it had arrived and Blue leaned forward, grimacing at his delicate stomach.
“Hey? You okay?” The same voice chastising him for being late returned and Blue offered a wan smile to his roommate of the last six years, Copper. Blue reached out a hand which Copper grabbed and hauled his nervous friend from his chair next to the window. A cold, December wind whi
