Chapter 12The hum of the television was low, blue light in a patch of shadow of the floor, the image of a young man sitting behind a desk, thick spectacles, a sweeping fringe of dark hair. From his dry lips came the occasional word, the dial of the volume turned down so low as to all but silence his warnings.
“—seems like its growing larger, some say.”
In frills of lace and layers of layers of dark cotton, her blonde hair swept over her shoulders, the young girl turned to her sister with apprehension and frustration.
“You shouldn’t have gone to her,” she admonished.
Identical almost, the other child fidgeted, playing with a coral cameo at her throat. Muninn, the younger of the two, by a moment or so, tried to look indignant instead of nervous.
“We were told to watch,” she said with a
