“How is this f*****g possible?!” I exclaim in indignation as I look around at the unique sea of eyes staring back at me, their sympathy and distress distracting from the majesty of their irises.
“Ayawamat, no one can blame you for being upset. We would be too if it were one of us missing, but it doesn't change the fact that this constant state of agitation you are living in, isn't doing you any good," chimes Afet sympathetically. "We’re all equally concerned about Orenda’s whereabouts and well-being; most of my sisters wouldn’t be out searching for her right now if we weren’t." The commiseration etched into her Vietnamese-like features is almost completely obscured as the midday sun streams into the rotunda in the centre of the Kartheca’s common room, making every speck of glitter in her
