XXVI
Miri held her breath as Frog carried her into the sky, higher than she’d ever been before. After flying through a pink plasma membrane, he landed in the simulated bog on the roof.
He let her down gently, telling her to watch her step on the grass. She looked around the bog in wonder—it felt exactly like the Ancestral Bogs, save for the pink plasma barrier with the hazy skyline of the city behind it.
She noticed the studio that she had grown so used to watching—the green screen background, the cameras, the soft box lights.
“What’s it you wanted to talk about?” Frog asked, sitting in the grass. “I’ve’ll gonna tell ya that when I saw the emblem of Old Dark, I wasn’t expectin’ it to be an elf that what displayed it.”
“I’m here because you’re the only one I can talk to,” Miri said. “Y
