The next days passed in a haze where everything was a blur except for Ryoko. The world around me was made out of clouds and I was soaring through them, always on my way to the next kiss.
There was sun in my heart and nothing anyone could do or say made it set. It was the best feeling in the world, better than travelling to the Veil, better than seeing the Gates of Valhalla, better than a blessing from Odin.
“Ylva.”
A voice shook me out of my thoughts and I looked up at a pink-haired blob. “Huh?”
“Are you alright?” She gestured to the pair of tongs. “You’ve just been staring at the kiln. You need to put your crucible in the fire if you’re going to melt the copper.”
“Right...”
I should’ve been over the moon that we were all making progress on our keys, but I just couldn’t keep my att
