"Why do you hide who you really are?"
Nyx Vale informed me. She stopped me on the main route to the competitors' mess in late afternoon sun. A crowd gasped at her inquiry.
I kept going. "I don't understand your meaning."
You do. Her walking nearby bothered me.Good job vs Frostvale. Not a typo. Your mother wasn't mad. It was practice. Long time. Precision, discipline, and skill. Different from Garok's self-pity. She scanned me with scrutinizing gray-green eyes. "You move like you secretly did Elite training. You make the others think you get about poorly. Allow dad to torture you. You were beaten for cooking. "Why?"
Every mention kept me honest. She saw lots. I felt the King was ugly but wise.
I said "survival," but I felt like I was using the wrong term.
She said "That's a bad an
