"So he left," Lysandra told Zephyr the next morning. "I can't believe everyone just accepted that he was gone so easily. Yesterday while I was sitting in my room at night, I kept thinking that I would hear him knock and announce that he was there."
"It'll take some time to get used to it," Zephyr said, reaching up and plucking a lone half-wire tree leaf from a branch above her head. The hybrid trees had begun to lose their leaves and scatter their bio-mechanical waste around the streets of Oblitus. The regular wiretrees kept their leaves, but descended to a temperature of about zero degrees.
"I know." Lysandra dodged out of the way as Zephyr attempted to shower her with leaves. "But it still doesn't feel right."
"Lysandra," Zephyr sighed, dropping the few leaves she held on the road beh
