In my small world,
With a sharp wall,
The heart that I don't take care of gets worn down.
When Terina said she needed to pick up something, she meant she needed to arrange her room and then pull Manya along to do some errands for the Gavriila.
They had to move through two different sectors to meet with the deltas. Now they are on their way to report back to Gavriila.
The hum of the engine filled the silence between Manya and Terina as the car rolled through the shadowed streets toward the packhouse. The sky was darkening, streaked with streaks of violet and fading gold, the last whispers of sunlight fading into night. Manya had her head tilted against the window, the cool glass grounding her as her mind mulled over everything.
Terina tapped her fingers against the steering wheel, th
