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Kiria
Kiria and Jori sat on the floor of Bard’s guest room, playing a game called Slug. It required acting quickly to collect matching objects from the floor. Players took turns, but the turns were often so fast that they almost overlapped. According to the Calthwaite boys, there were times when it was acceptable to skip someone’s turn. Every year, the rules multiplied. Kiria had grown up playing the game, but she suspected Jori had invented it himself. The origins of Slug had long since fallen out of memory.
Bard caught on quickly, his dark eyes darting over the small objects strewn in the middle of their little circle. He seemed particularly focused. Maybe he was glad to had something mindless to focus on as well.
Kiria’s meetings with Firian frustrated her. He refused to tell her
