Raizel napped for a while, only to wake to very quiet conversation circling around her. Her head was on the Raven’s shoulder, and his was resting on her head. It felt cozy, the way she’d only ever felt with – she felt a stab of guilt. It had been days since she last thought of… Continue reading Twenty-Nine: Overheard
The Raven had done something, she was sure of it. She had expected to be in the part of the train where people crowded onto benches or sat in the aisles. That was cheap part, the part where most people like her rode. Instead, she and the Raven and six people wearing what looked like… Continue reading Twenty-Eight: The People
“Am I really here?” Raizel muttered to the Diamond Raven. It felt unlikely. She had been trying for this for what seemed like months, even if it had only been days, and here they were, on the platform, buying two tickets for the train. That she had the Diamond Raven with her, that she… Continue reading Twenty-Seven: The Train