Calista
“ Where does he live?” I ask Sandra.
“ Oh, you will see,” She chirps as she skips on her feet.
We continue ahead, on the footpath. The weather has begun to get colder, even though it’s not snowing yet. I did well to wear my jacket because it's getting darker each second as well as colder.
“ Okay, though weren’t people suspicious when you asked around?”
This small talk before we get to where we are going will help me a lot.
“ Nah, I know how to phrase my questions,” She answers.
I nearly roll my eyes. That is clearly not the answer I was expecting.
“ So finally marked, right?” She brings up the issue of my mark once again.
The mark is completely head which is a surprise and I couldn't help but admire the faint shape of a crescent moon. The rest of my has faint mar
