Doomsday Academy, a few years under a decade before Cya Keeps Leo.
“We’re a day, you know.” They were on Aron’s bed again, cy’Lightning having proven the best at dealing with the nascent crew. Sunny was laying over the foot of the bed, staring at the ceiling. “Sunshine and darnkess,” she gestured at Kerr. “Stars,” she flopped a hand at Astarte, “and if we bend your name we get Aroon, and that’s a dawn.”
Aron raised his eyebrows. “That’s a day,” he agreed slowly. “Is that what we are?”
Sunny propped herself up to look at Astarte. The smaller girl looked back, twitched an eyebrow. Sunny shrugged one shoulder.
“Yeah,” Astarte answered. “I guess we are.”
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