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Syal stared into the fridge blankly, searching for nothing in particular but enjoying the cooled air despite.
“Did you hear about ‘Sella and Valin?” She proposed indirectly to her younger sister’s inverted figure. Absently watching her sister’s feet bob in tune to something private over the top of the couch, Syal opened a beer and took a sip.
Ignored, as usual, she continued, “They say it has something to do with The Maw. Like, it made us all crazy and we’re just snapping, one by one…”
Myri shifted, a florescent sneer popping into view. “That explains so much.”
“Shut up.”