Behind them, Lazira dragged her feet, frowning as if the world personally offended her. Meyla walked right beside her, tilting her head in concern.
"Lazira… you still thinking about your Onee-Chan?" Meyla whispered.
Lazira's ears drooped further. "Mmm…"
Meyla gently nudged her with her shoulder. Lazira didn't respond—but she didn't pull away either.
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At the next intersection, Vorrak and Esyra turned left, still arguing in low, irritated and amused tones.
Thyria and Kaelith took a right, their voices fading with teasing back-and-forth.
Lazira and Meyla slipped down the lower hall.
And Drastic and Morvath continued forward.
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Drastic stretched his arms lazily behind his head as they walked. "Hey, Morvath… you think the Child of Prophecy might actually be the bridge? You know, between us demons and humans?"
Morvath didn't slow, his fingers tapping thoughtfully against his arm. "That remains uncertain."
Drastic tilted his head. "So you're saying there's a chance."
