Aisling believed in a few words coming from Lining, which was why he was skeptical and absolutely nervous for many good reasons.

  “My head is shaped properly, unlike some... Oh, you don't listen, do you? I say we drop this one back to the lake and pretend something bad leaked in from moon knows where. Call some shots and walk away. Done. Finished! We reach peace once more and not some moon.” He offered and almost kicked Murai back to the lake behind him, where he probably didn't belong, but who would care about it? Not him.

  “I say we pinch him more, so we gotta talk. Sounds promising.” Lining offered a better deal for her, which seemed worth it, as she kept playing with the spears stuck in Murai; they were apparently quite special, dense, large, and precious, evident by their glint, density, and dazzling light that was better than anything Murai was seeing around him. Even this pair was lacking in comparison, while he fought those spears and wreaked havoc against those who attacked him in that... pond?

  “Who are you guys, to handle me like a fool? Children of Resonance are usually different. What sort of place and dream is this?! I am no idiot, so don't think as if I am beneath you!” Murai shouted at them, jolting their stems and heads, halting their further arguments, and shaking their light.

  Aisling and Lining turned to him, one shocked in curiosity and the other in absolute certainty that the light around them turned duller while both dimmed.

  “It even sounds insane! Lovely.” Lining said with pure excitement, while Aisling looked for a weapon to kick Murai away with. There were so many of them already in him, so he was panicking for no reason, but there was no way he was willing to touch him with his bare sticks.

  He found nothing. There were no right weapons for the Children of Resonance to appease visitors. Aisling found no better choice than to kick Murai again.

  Lining stepped in and stopped him right before he finished his duty. “You are too harsh in your light, Aisling. Have facts like light, and let me do it instead. It's going to be bright!”

  “Don't stop me, Lining. You heard how moon it is! We should pray it won't dim us completely.”

  “Yeah, don't stop him,” Murai grunted. “Coming here was a bother yet an unexpected journey. A true war, in fact. What is with this getup anyway? What a weird Realm. Feels far too... real and crafted, and you are all weirdos. Shaped, I mean. Well, it certainly doesn't feel itching and heavy like those before, but I can't really do much about it. Mind hitting me up or helping me get around for.... what, again? Uh... this is awkward.”

  Murai gave up, hitting his angled beak down after he figured he had no clue what in the realms was happening. Wasn't he infesting this place?! Wasn't he here because something wanted him here?

  “He sees us very clearly, Lining. Means he knows something or he is something moon! We should report it before it is too late, or... you stop halting my kicks, you moon!” Aisling argued right back at her without caring about Murai's words.

  “No. I don't have to. It's a great visitor who came from these lakes, so this is ruleful like the sun. Look...” Lining turned to Murai, pinching his cheek and patting his head. “What a weird creature this one is. Dark, shaped oddly like the dusk, and its voice shudders me deep in excitement and fear as if I would drop like ink!”

  “Excitement? Ink! Oh, Lining, where have you been going and learning recently?!” Aisling said in fear, figuring she was ignoring him like the sunset. “It feels like destruction. Don't do this. It shudders my well-being and light. Don't touch it, please. What if it...” he forgot she touched him dozens of times already, and it wasn't anything pretty, let alone made her stop.

  Lining hugged Murai, forcing him up, chuckling and feeling no remorse over this act, or the fact that she was plagued and slowly sizzling to dust because of him. Her sticks for arms were barely enough for this hold. As she did this, many of their lines of contact sizzled away, but she had no scruples to give it much attention.

  Aisling looked at her in shock, sticks quivering, and steps watering the ground in little sunny rain.

  Murai didn't repent her because he was far too depressed over his options. He felt like he should've failed this Resonance, yet it seemed he went to the other side. The better side, was it? He was so over his previous wars that he knocked things out of the park.

  One should think of these complicated Realms like numerous levels and layers of dimensions or existence because historical recordings unveiled them as endless in meanings and links. It touched one or others and hardly the same thing twice. It often made no sense because they lived their own lives and had strange time properties.

  Most recordings never felt complete due to secrecy and unwillingness to state details, because every detail might lead to an advantage or gifts when trying to earn points from a specific Realm. Most great beings and organisations, let alone vast empires or sects alike, would never reveal an advantageous point like that. They would hog them up for their descendant or students instead.

  In many instances, Resonance Realms even prohibited sharing, making them more special and harsh, or they were set on choosing their own visitors on their own terms and worth.

  Either way, words about Resonances relied on who made them adequate, new, open, fine, and deep. This made Realms a difficult topic spanning most Epochs, to say the least, with word of mouth being harder to trust than actually succeeding in the Resonance.

  Of course, clans, worlds, or families had their standards, which helped the next generations reach Resonance if the suitability, or a specific Realm, was suitable across their generations and Laws.

  That was a predicted outcome, as visitors or gains in these circumstances varied a lot, or not at all, if bloodline and generational leaps weren't too weak. Sometimes, aptitude and talents washed away, leaving families or clans barren and gone. Other times, whole worlds would lose their ways because of time and the words of Realms without knowing what went wrong.

  The more sturdy, powerful, and mysterious the Resonance, the more unpredictable their Realms had become through time, depth, and history.

  Murai visited similar places to this one on five different occasions, so he wasn't shocked by witnessing a talking, mesmerizing civilization made of... Laws? Well, there were many weird circumstances in pretty much every Realms for sure, so this one fell in line with them or made total sense to him. Either way, he did not find his satisfaction.

  The contrast was still massive, making heaven and earth lax and water hard. This felt, looked, and moved like a paradise. All the light, textures, beings, things, items, and world around were absolutely stunning and insane.

  Lives and compromises for lives were living in many forms, doing duties, or acting and wavering for Laws, or simply throbs and marks of energies making up this land. Some of those forms could live in far weirder dimensions altogether, which pointed to one critical conjunction these Realms always worked with.

  They held control and held fuel to an extensive, critical point of reality, which wasn't wrong, as everything was kind of connected. But did they want to be that, or remain like that? Both were choices that might change.

  Laws acted for reasons, and in these Realms, truth and fraud did not matter. Laws were everything but truth; they possessed gains, influence, treasures worth stealing and seeking, and links worth every ounce of respect. Without anything, they would hide just fine and remain in their sensual existence, but what right it have if it was so... dull? There was no destiny. No goal. It was lavish to see beyond the veils or peek behind them.

  Lining understood it more than well, while Aisling did not. It was that simple.

  It was the deep reality that dreaded the lacking Resonance Realms. This one was one of many, far from the concept of physicality and reality, acting as possessors of connection to the very Origin of Everything.

  Chaos Space was a similar concept to these Realms, but that one was infinitely closer to the real world, as it was part of it, not guided by the principle of Laws but by broadness and chambers of what stuck together, and what remained.

  Or it was like a glue that stuck one more prominent reality to the overall Realms. One could enter Chaos Space fairly easily, all things considered. Whether one should do that was another thing, because it was a lawless zone that was fine with all visitors.

  This bright one was far from something brutal and chaotic, and far in broader terms, as very few visitors actually dwelt in its tracks and matters. Many wondered how worthy they would be until they royally screwed up.

  Aisling didn't know what to do when he saw Lining carry that weird creature. “D-drop it, or I will kick you there with it!”

  “Oh, I dare you then. I can swim, whilst you do not. See my point?” Lining pulled Murai forward, ignoring her sizzling sticks for arms, and walked to Aisling, who panicked and ran away, stumbling and falling to the ground with his flat ass.

  Lining laughed at him, almost stumbling down herself after she slowly realized the degree of insanity within her sticks. She was still herself through and through and didn't appear very shocked, hurt, or dancing in fright like Aisling.

  It was their difference. Their life and the point of their Laws that made themselves. For all right matters, Murai thought they were older than two or perhaps all Epochs combined, and they couldn't change who they were. Almost like himself.

  From the top of her sticks, Murai regarded the surroundings that were as weird as he had guessed and seen from the ground. There were many islands with lakes and small rivers going around, acting as important land, or simple ponds for those strange animals, or weirdly shaped birds, and so on.

  Beyond it was the wild world of this realm, looking vast, various, and full of blazing vegetation, shaped hills, tall curved mountains, or places hiding between them. He noticed buildings, structures, and all matters of Light and Brightness made this place more varied than he would ever imagine. It wasn't all bright. There were contrasts to it, as nothing would come from pure, unadulterated kind. That led to evolutions and changes, and it wasn't always great.

  But it was never wrong either, which was the main point Murai could never disagree with, since stability was overrated.

  Ground was a mash of lighting fissures that looked like grass, swaying in brief tendencies towards that enormous tower, or a giant tree of some sort. It was as large as some worlds out there, so that was it. He couldn't even grasp the grandeur of it all with his bare soul.

  As for the soil, it was more sturdy and filled with all sorts of colors depending on where one stepped, dug, or rested. Most of the soil was duller in shade, making the fauna, trees, and other plants find their sustenance. Some little flowers or rashes of weeds were duller in color as well, looking like fog and mist with barely any light, which created disparity as well as the creation of what was better and worse.

  “What sort of Realm is this, Children of Resonance?” Murai asked Lining and turned his head to her after he was over his depression.

  Lining took his voice with small jerking fright, which almost ended in Murai dropping to the ground. She was surprised at how his neck and mouth curved and talked, so she stopped laughing and walked around Aisling, who was sustaining a patch of deeper light under his studs for feet in his fright.

  He couldn't hear or figure out her emotions. Lining looked like a weird machination anyway, with the voice being an odd concept that was coming out of them like songs of their meaning.

  It sounded like their nature most of the time, with timidness being weak and playfulness being brighter and louder. Murai wondered what their meaning was or what possessions they carried, lost, gained, or created. Maybe it was like personality, or power, or the way they were born. Could they change? Of course, but would that be easy or fine for them or others? No, but that was fine either way.

  Lining paused as if thinking over his words or what she should be doing with him. There were many manners of orders, and surveillance should be a big priority. Discovering any visitor was important, yet she was no such thing. She had no experience to speak of in this job, and her voice and manner were full of wonder and light.

  Very few beings would go out of these lakes, so this situation ended up curious and different than many others. Murai was also aware of this and knew that getting somewhere from here was very different from his knowledge, or straight-up impossible.

  In a few seconds of pondering, Lining's arms sizzled away, and Murai dropped down, landing on his feet that, at some point, returned under his belly.

  “Ah, Child. It isn't as if I wanna hurt you, but you don't get my weight, you see. Am not sorry for your loss,” he said, watching how her surprised flash of head observed her sizzling sticks for hands. Even part of her hair was gone, and sizzling dark patterns were getting deeper, leaving traces of fear in her light.

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  “Oh...” she said. “I am not afraid of some loss of light, dear visitor. It grows everywhere, you see?” Lining waved around, flapping her remaining hair, and picked one spear out of Murai's body before absorbing its light. To grow her body and hair back required energy. And here? Anything was energy. Even Murai.

  She chuckled, found his shocking integrity curious yet devious. Then she noticed the spear was beyond anything she had ever touched. She observed, giggled even more, and grasped this devious, defiant, yet substantial light of order and... defeat? She took it anyway, since why the help would she not?

  It followed Murai's intrigue, eyes, and reaction, which was kind of funny, and Murai was almost thrilled to observe her changes.

  Aside, Aisling began to scowl and cry, thinking that she was doing something very wrong with these royal treasures, yet he couldn't voice a word. Murai was standing right aside from him, a handful of distance away, and leaking dark patterns where he stood, dimming the light and turning grass to dust.

  Murai didn't say anything major, yet Lining loved his reaction for some reason.

  “Children of Resonance,” Murai said again, unsure if he should call them someone more special or not. Their names were theirs, however, and it needed some contingency. Besides that, 'Children' was a normal term for these beings because they couldn't live anywhere else. They followed their order and maginittues, and these ones were clearing one simple line of order. They were missing something, or were young.

  They weren't living souls either, yet they were no different from a person. Lining's voice was cheerful like a lovely flame, sounding like a defiant teenager in some ways or acts, while her body and actions pointed to a further curious background.

  “See, I can grow back.” Lining said to him, flapping her sticks for arms around, and punching the air. “Can you do the same, oh, the creature that breached that lake? What are you even? Some sort of bird? The eyes are odd, and the darkness is... curious. Very curious.”

  “Wanna see me eat you, huh?” Murai threatened, but she took it with yet another laugh and step when Aisling almost kicked Murai away.

  Lining stomped against his kick and pushed him down in a weird move. She stuck her body to his and thrashed him to the ground as if he weighed nothing.

  “You are a light year away from touching me, Aisling,” she said confidently, poking her stick at his chest as she crouched aside from him.

  Aisling struggled with his studs, aiming his non-existent gaze at her. “You know the rules, Lining. Everyone is a protector of this Realm as well as a voice of reason and light. This is the Danger! Threat... One!? No. Zero! I can feel it deep down that he could moon this place over time, and you don't want to know the outcome of that.”

  “IT came from the lake, Aisling.” She reminded him, tapping him again and forcing him to stay there by shaping the light and controlling the world patterns through the royal. “So that rule doesn't care for my light at all, and his worth and gains merit raises questions and hones us where? We do it, or others do? Should we call my Master? I feel that is a shame. I want to look and see it more.”

  Murai stood aside, feeling kind of left out, so he walked away, unwilling to hear their decision or discussion that was way too close to siblings. In a sense, they might be siblings.

  Lining didn't see him leave, but Aisling did, so he panicked, but her stick forced him down with another tap, while her words never stopped arguing, almost like a constantly revolving flame.

  “Ah! I am over it! You deal moon hell for this. I am leaving.” Aisling had had enough, forced her stick away, and rolled aside. Getting to his studs, he ran far away from Murai and Lining alike. “You deal with it, so don't moon it! Gonna tell your Master about it, ha! I wonder what his light will say about you being like this.”

  He left in a heartbeat, leaving Lining trembling in nerves and a newly honed light that felt very strong in her new sticks and hair.

  “That guy,” she slapped her head with her sticks and turned to Murai, who began observing the surroundings, angling his head around, down, or regarding the close waters, or his... sizzle. He wasn't surprised, afraid, or thinking too much about anything. He couldn't even stop it or do it further, so he forgot about it. He was busy weighing his feelings and wondered what was here for him.

  A pair of studs for feet jumped before him, stopping his reverie. “Don't go anywhere. I am in a pinch with this, and you don't want to see Master scared. Oh, opposition. Mooned! Ye. That one.” Lining said, deciding to play along for the time being because it wasn't time to be hasty or hesitant. She had to grasp this and let her shine.

  “Are you here to stop me, Child, or are you able to do something with my stay? You see, I am here for something, or am I not? Resonance. Visitor. What is there to my status, or for those like me?”

  “That is the moon part.” Lining crossed her sticks against her slightly curved torso. “You don't have a purpose, do you? Odd, that is. You make fear, oh moon lord, I don't think I wanna know, but I wanna know. That's weiiiird.”

  “Call me old, but purpose isn't everything, Child.”

  “I am older than you, I bet light on that,” Lining argued, feeling proud and cheeky.

  “Do you wish to talk about time then?” Murai sneered, angling his head at her elevated figure. If anything, his duck's body was kind of proportional to the surroundings, which made Lining much taller and the surroundings enormous.

  She laughed, wishing to be of help. “What can we do for you? Are you here for something specific, or did... Resonance eats you up, oh, crazy visitor? Treasures? Laws? Technique? Amulets? Agreement? Pact? Or... bond? I sure as hell can feel this sense of duty, yet you do not.”

  “Er.. I dunno. This place snatched me by force. Kind of.”

  “By force, you say? Odd. That isn't light obvious, so someone must've done a dutiful job of observing to let you go and visit those lakes. You worth light many coins, are you not?”

  Murai shook his beak at her weird pattern of speech.

  “What does it mean?” She argued, pointing at his beak and crouching down. “Is it a cuss? I feel it is. It's mocking moon! Odd, this shiny thing that is part of.... oh, moon and light, aren't you getting mixed and plagued? Aren't you trying really hard, or is this about the lost Art of Mixing?! Bizarre. Cool. Cold. Oh, words lost in me are returning! This is magnificent.”

  Murai sighed, depressed. “I don't even want to know what is going on or what you are talking about.”

  Lining felt speechless as she looked at Murai's current condition. In one part, a certain level of Brightness left its mark, anchoring or slowly disappearing, or finding survival in his Dread. That was very soft and important to her, as someone living in this Realm who did have a major relation with this entire energy.

  Then, there was that pit of Dread that never left Murai's steps. Dark fissures and blobs made up his body, though white was in his eyes, and some Brightness leaked into his beak and feathers in his wings. He couldn't control it in the slightest. Lastly, there were still a bunch of spears and previous diamond shards and chips sticking out of his body, making wounds, but Lining thought they weren't doing much to him. She consented to taking them, or leaving them in, cuz it sounded kind of funny.

  “Fine, what is the situation then? Have I made a blunderous mistake by reaching for the tower and this... lavish light I never asked for? I heard certain tones thrice in that lake and fought my way to the top because it felt right to me.”

  “Fought?” Lining stirred in her light, looking as if a flame erupted in her chest and head. “You came here looking for a fight or leak for something?”

  “Neither.”

  “Everyone comes here for something. What about you? Why.... fight the light?”

  “I said Resonance found me instead, no!?”

  “It etches and shines to those interested, yes.” Lining said cheerfully. “We connect those seeking and feeling. You... are what, again? We ought to fix ya, or not? Oh, excuses, I don't think light moon how to sort this out. It's out of my light but I wanna speak to you. Why, I wonder?”

  Murai agreed with her lack of manners and dejectedly looked around, finding nothing indicating any Resonance. Or was his current condition that? He felt annoyed, hurt, and tired, but alive. The last one was sufficient for him, while his body conditions were all over the place.

  The light dust in his body seemed unmistakable, with spears and shards itching closer or deeper or fighting back. It was like seeing bits of condensed crystallized sugar in a large bowl. They were remaining, looking tasty, while stirring them might sweeten him up. He didn't like sweets. Probably. Maybe in the past... he did? Forget it.

  “I think I am not in a good position, so I am lost. Probably.”

  “Those lost usually lose their edge in a second, so you aren't lost. You went all the way from the lake and.... fought? Why fight? Are you scared? Are you a moon coward?” Lining asked, crouching down to poke Murai's spears and his beak. It jolted her stick, causing a sharp sting and sizzle, so she laughed and did it again.

  Murai slapped her stick away with his wing. “I had no choice, Child. Those sickly feelings better rested behind me, within me, but... those strands wanted to stir some drama and I felt validated to act like a fucking idiot. Also. Hm. I am strong, you see. I don't care about some strands! I am the strands!”

  “You don't like light, do you?” Lining didn't appear hurt, even when a chunk of her arm went missing because of his insane beak, falling to the ground where it sizzled and became part of the dense flowers that grew in a second to great heights and detailed light. She cheered at them, looking at their matters of light before getting her meaning back from one more spear and regrowing her arm.

  “Am I too obvious in opposing the light?” Murai wondered, ignoring her fickle mind and cheers.

  “Not at all. You are brighter in that darkness, however, though the darkness going to the Resonance of Light and Brightness is... weird. It sounds weirder, but you are kind of weirdo. Bright weirdo. Is it fine? Probably not. Not my thing to judge visitors. You are real, you see. What you hold can test some bonds and links because that's sort of light citizens of this realm do, while visitors want something else. It is... a change. Usually. I am... that, I suppose, but not that. I have a Master to follow.”

  “Figures.” Murai nodded. “Am I being detained by my mere presence if this can't pass, or is there news, or... what to do? Am I a stuck failure or a successful challenge, or a curse? Is that lake impressive? I kind of expected to end up somewhere or figure out my next escape plan. This isn't it.”

  Lining shook her head and started to play with her hair. She still didn't understand what shaking a head meant. It sounded and looked silly. Words and actions were so might brighter!

  “Resonance sought you, brought you to the lake of pond and life, so there must have been a reason for these lights, but fights aren't that. They wanted to feel ya, and such concepts are light and... dark. When the light comes, darkness follows because what would be light without any shade to cover? Perhaps someone has been expecting something like you for a long time, so why have you stubbornly gone against it? Sure, the winner is clear, but what have you lost in the process, or gained by this moon?”

  “Moon, eh... er, I don't know. Because body and soul are different things, Child.” Murai argued. “But you wouldn't get it, and I am a big, bad soul in here or in reality. Don't make rules. Can't change myself, you see.”

  “Oh, that? I guess I don't understand.” Lining stood up and looked around to find a rare spark on the horizon. “Oh, here they come. Wanna run, hide, or go back to the lake? I can help you out since you are so fun and interesting light. Maybe when accepted, you will be happy and new, but something about this is not right. What do you want to do?”

  “Nothing. Why care for anything? I feel there is no point in a perpetual struggle against myself. I keep it floating for a reason, but I forgot the reason. Maybe I wanted it, or required it, since it is need to find the End. Either way, I won't run. Losing it would mean losing everything that I stand for. Like you and this voice, cheers, and obnoxiousness.”

  “Obno.... Odd meaning. Not mine, I guess, but you are an odd one and... probably very unfortunate. Light! I've decided. I gotta help you.” Lining regarded, making a circling flash around her head that jerked her hair.

  She was apparently curious about what obnoxiousness meant.

  Murai looked to her previous interest since something was flying in their direction.

  Lining waited and patted her sticks together.

  “You struggle in a sorry fight. Not in vain, but you are vain... so... well, I've tried my best, so best luck to us and I won't try to forget. I think. No promises.” Lining backed away, long noting a dark patch of darkened grass all over Murai's path.

  He was like a poison, slowly withering away this land.

  In a flash, a large light creature crushed the ground, bathing the ground in light like water gushing from a nearly full pot. It didn't; do jack shit against Murai, who stood his ground more then any mountain. Everything was fixing itself very quickly, making no large waves in anything.

  Murai was still pushed further away, as if the ground itself turned to liquid light. He wasn't finding it odd. he was curious who had arrived. Will it answer anything? He wondered if his days of war were in vain or not, or if whatever changes he was undergoing had no big repercussions.

  What landed was a weird creature, close to a bird, made of countless straight lines and triangles. Murai looked at it, noting many figures riding this thing. Aisling was there, pointing his stick at him.

  Then, weird stick figures emerged behind him, jumping from the bird, holding spears of light, and Murai figured out what was respectable and much clearer, or weaker, about them.

  He let them surround him, yet no one got closer to him due to the sizzling nature of his ground. Lining and Aislign were still brighter, and their features were more cohesive. These looked to be kind of regular, apart from one difference.

  There was a rather interesting, strict figure, resembling a priest. He came forward, bearing and wearing actual clothes not made of light or any lines. It was... real. Like anything out there, and caring colors and shit. It was weirder how nobody questioned it. Not even Murai.

  Not many coherent and physical matters made their way into most Resonance Realms, if one omitted a few examples, pointing to links and bonds and things of reality.

  “Oh, the creature deserving no praise, the light has descended, and you shall be judg... Huh?” the priest said, sticking his sticks out of the robe and praying. “You have besieged us, poisoning our Light and deserving death by a thousand moons. Oh, Lining, what have you done!? Why are there Royals sticking out of it?”

  Lining hid behind a tree, sticking her head aside. “Hello, Uncle Master. Oh, those? Those have been there from the beginning. It kind of grows out of it, you see. Like light or moon, it makes sense.” Dimming, she was clearly lying, or not making herself clear on purpose, or not realizing her mistake.

  “This is a big deal for us to ignore!” he reprimanded her, almost shouting at her.

  “Oy,” Murai stepped closer, regarding that big animal as a weird chicken. “I am not taking this visit lightly, nor do I want problems because this ain't my place to complain. I got here unwillingly.”

  The priest poised his head down, still praying, looking like a bigger adult variant of Lining and Aisling, and much different from the soldiers around Murai. Their sticks were bolder, heads detailed in new patterns, and this priest had great coloration and glow within him. “You... and Lining? Oh, moon, what meaning do you speak while destruction and plague leak? What are you, you moon thing?”

  “A visitor, I reckon. It goes like this...” Murai took a deep breath, noticing how flashes of Brightness within him stalled, and something in him moved, shuddering his wounds and sticking weapons.

  He gave him a brief experience of this place and how he got to this portion of the Realm. By his guesses, he figured he went from its Depths to the Surface, with the Sky being something else, or above him. Or its meaning was nowhere because this was about Light and Bright Resonance Realm—Lightbright Realm in short—which was known for many expressions, meanings, powers, links to other Realms, Laws, or history of epochs. It was right and bright, and carried numerous high-class fantasies and legends.

  It was a realm fairly close to that of Order, yet... did it border, involve it too much, or was it just one of many flavors to the overall Hidden Realms that assembled the existence between Everything, Nowhere, and Somewhere.

  Murai noticed how relatively near that tower was, even if he wasn't willing to acknowledge it more than the sun in reality. He must be very deep into the central lands, which were the most legendary, even though he wasn't sure why or what exactly made them so honored.

  The priest listened without a shred of voice and kept on praying, thinking, and regarding Murai like a walking little apocalypse. That went on until Murai stopped talking, still surrounded, and now, taken as a different kind of apocalypse.

  “A weird apocalypse, light?” Lining argued behind the tree, speaking to the priest with a healthy dose of dimmed skepticism.

  “Lining, you've seen the wars and nightmares, and you do know the word called consequence.” The priest called her bullshit out, and pointing his praying sticks towards her. “Yet you make this complicated by involving yourself while your Master and I are kind of busy. Be glad that Aisling has a right light over his shoulders and that you haven't moon us yet.”

  Yet. Great. Murai wasn't feeling too bad about it anymore and felt he should get somewhere with this asshole.