For their nightly trip, Jocassa told her to get dressed in a neutral, nondescript colour. Up in the dorm, Mikandra could hardly do up the buttons of her shirt because her hands were trembling that much. If it came out that she had done any of this, she could wave goodbye to her place at the Trader academy. Licence holders had to have an impeccable record.
It was raining heavily by the time they left, which made the air even more steamy than usual.
The streets were dark and slippery. The few people out on the street all hid under rain hats, making them look like ghosts. Hordes of meili squawked in the trees above them. Their screeches made Mikandra think of the maramarang and she kept looking over her shoulder just in case any of them decided to attack.
Jocassa took her further into the
