Chapter 3
A small shape barreled out of the house's front door and launched itself at her. She caught her five-year-old brother's small body and held him close. Kital stayed in her arms for only a moment before he wriggled back to the ground, hopping from one leg to the other, skipping beside her as she walked into the house and set her pack on the table beside the door.
"I missed you!" he announced, as he always did. She sometimes wondered if he only said it to please her. He was happy here, with Auntie and Uncle, shadowing Uncle in his workshop, playing with the kittens in the garden.
"I missed you too," she told him, but he was already gone, flying outdoors where he would find something to get his hands in, whether it was dirt, the pond with its brilliant fish, or maybe the sawdust p
