Chapter 51
CHEVEYO It was quiet, except for the clanking of forks and the whisper of the wind that was passing through the window. On this gloomy morning, patches of blue are emerging, a gentle yet vivid tint. Though the cloud cover is a grey that deepens to steel beneath it, the leading edge is a bright white, as if the pages of a new book are waiting for any curious eye. I wouldn't have it any other way if there was a hug of breakfast on the table, as there was every day. I was all ready for a nice day ahead with toast and peanut butter, as well as a glass of oat milk. My father hemmed. "Where are you after this, Cheveyo?" I barely looked at him. "In the human world, Father. But I will go back as soon as I am done with my responsibility there. I still have to look over the training." "And spea
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