A small commotion had formed on the courtyard and for the first time in a while, I felt like I was back home. Joined in a crowd of Wind Children, dusk wolves, and leathery wings, it was a familiar sight.
“I didn’t realise we were bringing our wolves,” I noted.
Flavia scratched her head. “Me either.”
“Are you going to call Blossom?”
She glared at me. “Are you going to call Hyde?”
“I can’t. What’s your excuse?”
A slight blush coloured her cheeks. “Nevermind.”
“What are you not telling me?”
“Nothing.” She let out a pained sigh before she blurted out her reason. “I sent her with Sim.”
“So you do care!”
She scoffed. “Of course, I care.”
“Sorry.”
“Stop apologising so much. You’re not Ryoko,” she scolded affectionately.
“Ryko does apologise a lot.”
“A lot,” Flavia agreed.
Thinking
