Silent
The figure stepped into the light. He had a pinched face that always looked angry and was about Kun’s height. He reminded me strongly of Grumpy. A wooden elastic arc that joined two ends of a string protruded from his back. He raised a palm in front of me. “What?” I crunched my brows together. He sighed and walked across the room with his hand still raised. I summoned my flaming sword and followed behind him. The feathered fins swaying on his back reflected the light of my sword. Then he stopped in his tracks. My eyes squinted through the darkness. “What is it, buddy?” I asked. He pointed at something unseen. I raised my sword in that direction, and patches of black over gray revealed itself. His cheeks ballooned into a raspberry red. He gave me a smug grin when he looked up at the sou
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