27
They were out in the yard in front of the house, a few dozen meters from the tree line. Logan had drawn some elaborate symbols in the dirt, not unlike those pictograms and pictures that had appeared by the porch earlier.
The symbols formed a rough circle, and his sprite was in the center. When she held out her arms, she looked like she was in the middle of a sundial.
The day was very bright outside, but there was a cold wind pinkening Logan’s cheeks. It contrasted nicely with the black of her leather jacket.
“What is she doing now?” Mara asked.
Despite her request not to have an audience, Logan had gone out of her way to find his sister to give her one of those exaggerated “get your a*s over here” gestures before going outside.
“I’m not sure,” he admitted as the sprite gesticulate
