A loud huff and continued mumbles echoed through the hall as Ciaran launched into another wave of complaints. Part of Cove wanted to open the door to shock Ciaran and see what he would say. He doubted it would be an apology or anything complimentary.
“What am I going to do?” Ciaran hissed, sliding down his door. He sat on the floor, legs spread.
“You should celebrate. The matching ceremony has been a success,” Kwan said, causing Ciaran to stand.
Ciaran blubbered his disagreements.
Cove was even startled. He had never met Kwan, but Cove wished to know how this could be considered anything near a success.
The door lit green behind Ciaran as he placed his hand on it. The door swung open. Cove could not see what Ciaran’s room looked like. Part of him was curious.
“Explain that statement,
